Daughter Death Poem

My daughter passed away at the age of 3, she was A-plastic Anemia.

Dear God

© Terry L. Gouveia
Dear God, please take care of my little girl,
The one with big eyes, and soft brown curls.
She was special, as you should know,
I really didnít want to let her go.

She touched the hearts of everyone she knew
Letting her go was so hard to do
Her smile could brighten up the darkest room
I wish you didnít have to take her so soon.

Could you sit and rock her and read her a story,
Sheís probably afraid, please tell her donít worry.
Tell her mommy loves her and wishes she could be here,
But it wonít be for many more years.

She loves to sing all kinds of songs,
Please tell her that she did no wrong.
Would you comfort her and hold her in your arms tight,
And tell her she is missed every day and night.

Please tell her she is loved so very dear
Iíll say it every day for her to hear
Her short life on earth is now completed
For lessons Iím sure you felt I needed

Tell her I promise to see her again someday
When that will be, I really canít say
I promise to make up for the time thatís past
To hold her and comfort her, in my arms at last.


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Published: Mar 2012

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