Angelic Death
The cold corpse of my daughter,
roses smelled of her death.
Fumes of the dead,
from the candlelight flame.
Her breath no more.
I close my eyes and hold her
gentle cold hand,
memories of her fill me.........
her....laughing....
...crying...
.....yelling....
.....sleeping....
Tearts escape my eyes like
a waterfall.
My life was for her,
but she took her own.
My own child
...life...
...happiness...
if only it was my death.
Her face like an angel
that god would priase.
I yell her name,
Hoping she would awake.
Then I am captured in tears.
I now feel the comforting
hands of my wife
we say goodbye
and leave her
...forever...