Daughter Death Poem

On January 5, 1983 I gave birth to Lindsey. When she was a year old, her brother came into the world. Being only a year apart, they became really close to one another. In November 1985, Lindsey became ill from a virus doctors could not identify. Doctors struggled to save her life, but on December 22, 1985 at 11:45 pm, exactly two weeks shy of her 3rd birthday, Lindsey passed away. A life time has passed since that day, but I still love her and miss her as if it were yesterday.

My Precious Daughter Lindsey

© Terry Gouveia
I remember it well, the day you were born
Everyone was happy, smiling faces adorn
The epitome of what every baby girl should be
You were loved so much, anyone could see.

A year passed by and then came your brother
You didn't know how to handle having to share your mother
You adjusted and grew close to your brother Robbi
Two of you inseparable as two could ever be

A year and a half later, you fell ill
I prayed to God to give you strength and will
You fought hard and clung desperately to life
Until God summoned you home on that cold December night

Twenty-six years have passed slowly by
Robbi's grown into a man, so handsome and shy
I know we'll be together some day
Until then I just have one thing to say

I love you, I miss you so terribly
My baby, my precious daughter Lindsey

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Published: Feb 2012

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  • There is no greater loss then the loss of a child, I know this because I have lost two. My precious daughter Leanne and my precious son Darrell. This is my poem to every parent who has lost a child or children.
    Never think of her/him as gone away, her/his journey has just begun; life holds so many faucets, this earth is only one.
    Just think of her/him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days and years.
    Think of how she/he is wishing that we could know today, that nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
    And think of her/him as living in the hearts of those she/he touched, for nothing loved is ever lost and she/he is loved so much.


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    Vicki MaCleod Submitted Jan 2013
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