Poor lovely little Lucy ?

Oh how her heart ached the day her daughter died.. She locked herself away from her husband and she cried and she cried..her lovely little shadow was gone from her side..fate had shut the door on happiness and left her soul horrified

Gone was the humerous laughter in the house..only the clock ticked in the hallway.. it was as quiet as a mouse.. but nobody could replace her littleone not alone her spouse..so she poured herself another drink and was a drunken souse..Well weeks went by though she thought was only days.. timelessness stood still in her darkness of dismays..and she slept as she drank when she woke up in a haze..so sunday became monday amidst a blur of yesterdays

Yet her heartbroken husband was hurting as well.. he had lost his little Lucy locket and it hit him like a bell.. piercing his personality and making him unwell.. Oh how could life be so cruel.. now his was in a living hell.. mind you he did his very best to help his unhappy wife..through the sadness at the funeral the couple shared strife.. but it wasn’t anyone’s doing that the poor lass lost her life.. a cancerous tumour had spread inwardly rife...?