A Daughters death

by Harry

A daughter’s death is a massive blow

Even if you knew it would happen

She lived her life to the full

Even though she had her limitations

Missed and remembered by many

Anniversaries come and go

Flowers are replaced

And a grave cared for

Remembering is all you can do

To-day we remembered

16 Comments to “A Daughters death”

  1. Your photo reminds me of the American cemetery at Omaha Beach. We remembered Bill’s dad there, although he didn’t die at Omaha Beach but years later in Ohio. And we remembered all who did die there and in that war. Memories are so important because through them, your loved one is always with you.

  2. i’m so sorry you lost a daughter Harry…I can’t think of anything worse than losing a child

  3. I can’t even imagine losing a child, Harry. I’m so very sorry.

  4. Even 22 years later, the loss of a daughter has got to be one of life’s greatest tragedies. But you’re eloquent words are a nice remembrance.

  5. Oh, 22y never wish this kind of grief. i see she was and is proud of you.

  6. It’s a beautiful poem. I can feel the heaviness of the pain in your words. I’m sorry for that loss, Harry. I’m sure that even 22 years can’t heal that wound. What a tragedy.

  7. This is beautiful Harry.

    I dont agree with the saying that time heals; it just makes the loss gradually more bearable.

  8. Dear Harry–I don’t imagine time changes loss much; some days the pain returns sharply, like a sliver; sometimes it’s just a waiting ache.

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