Your first breath,
came with her death.
It was supposed to be a happy day,
but that was all swept away.
I think she knew that she would die
and for that I will not cry.
You are that is left
of my dear friend Beth.
You remind me of her everyday,
even though she couldn't stay.
For her I will try,
for her I will cry.
Soon after her death
your father took his last breath.
With all the grief
it all seemed so brief.
He forgot about you
didn't want to start a new.
He took his life
with that blasted knife.
A family of three,
never meant to be.
Left to me,
my child to be.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
Your first breath,
came with her death.
It was supposed to be a happy day,
but that was all swept away.
I think she knew that she would die
and for that I will not cry.
You are that is left
of my dear friend Beth.
You remind me of her everyday,
even though she couldn't stay.
For her I will try,
for her I will cry.
Soon after her death
your father took his last breath.
With all the grief
it all seemed so brief.
He forgot about you
didn't want to start a new.
He took his life
with that blasted knife.
A family of three,
never meant to be.
Left to me,
my child to be.