a poem for my daughter .. Salma

y Daughter

We cannot raise the dead my daughter,
Love again is far,
Forage not in all the wreckage, dry your tears again
So raise your head, my daughter
and walk with me again
Through this murder may your spirit rise
As though an angel here
Could appear appear an angel dear
For you, my daughter, are mine.
Cannot we feel the blood she cries,
The soul that weeps so cold?
Ignore her purpose and let her die
Good, my daughter, say goodbye
To all the love your family had
For ours has gone away
The tears you weep in vain,
My daughter,
The tears you weep are lost.
Raise your head my precious daughter now,
For help has come our way
Though the help they give, the help they have,
Is far too late my daughter
My daughter you have seen the cold
Watched your mother fade away
The glimmer in her eyes
The emptiness we cannot disguise
The murder you have felt.
Try try my daughter, try again,
To once again love another,
Though haunted nights pass slowly now
And leave you cold and lost
May love again give you a meaning
When all you’ve known is pain
Yes, yes, my daughter, lie down again
For you have met your end.

written by: melissa fox