Poem -
Lost daughter
We must praise in the good times and the bad
Cried all my years away,
the day my princess died,
For with pleasure one did spitefully say,
She chose the way of suiside
Like a dagger through the heart,
It almost took my breath away,
Though it was her time to depart,
And mine to thankfully pray
For this life is not the end,
But the beginning of all the rest,
Therefore a thank offering I did send,
In order to highlight heavens best!
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Comments
I don't know if this is a perspective write or not ...if not ...many hugs and I admire greatly your ability to find comfort in your faith. I can find comfort in nothing so I envy you. Good write either way x