Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!
Too Young To Die


I’ve been told I’ll never get to see,
My young child’s face once more.
They say she’s dead to us.
She may be living somewhere else,
Where I’ll not go for years.

I know now that I’ll feel no more,
Her gums against my breast.
Her tiny fingers searching for my hand.
I’ll never hear her crying voice,
Calling for sleep to close her eyes,
Which he did, and now,
She’ll never open her eyes again.

After nine months of carrying her soul,
I let her life be free,
I wish I could protect her still,
As two days later she is gone.

And now if I just hear her name,
My heart is wrung in pain.
My eyes sting with tears,
And her life seems lost again.