Divorce Poem

Memories Of Daughter

Haunted by the memories of a child

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It is so hard to gracefully find words to express this deep grief that overwhelms and has no mercy. Every day without your child, or in my case 3 daughters, only gets harder and harder. It is...

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Published: March 2008

I sit alone here every day,
Thinking of the child you took away.
She was my heart, she was my soul.
She was the thing that made me whole.

I have no hope, I have no faith, I have no energy,
She was the only pride and joy that rose inside of me,
And now there's just an empty space where laughter used to dwell.
My heart has got no purpose now, it's just an empty shell.

As I look at children play, in parks and on the beach,
I think about my biggest loss, the child I cannot reach.
Sometimes I wonder what she thinks when her mind remembers me.
Does she think about the dad she lost, the dad she never sees.

My days are filled with anger, my nights with painful grief.
How I face each day without her is way beyond belief.
Her toys are strewn about the floor, her bed is empty now.
Abandoned like the autumn leaves shaken from the bough.

There's nothing left for me to have but distant memories,
Of the times we had when she was young and full of energy.
I hear her voice inside my head calling out to me.
And when I close my eyes to sleep, her face is all I see.

But deep within the darkness that lives inside of me,
There is a tiny glimmer, a spark that's hard to see.
That spark is just a remnant of the love that is inside
The love which cannot disappear, the love I cannot hide.

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  • Jennifer Talbot by Jennifer Talbot
  • 1 year ago

It is so hard to gracefully find words to express this deep grief that overwhelms and has no mercy. Every day without your child, or in my case 3 daughters, only gets harder and harder. It is unlike any grief I ever knew could exist, and I fear it will be the death of me if God doesn't step in soon and set things right. I feel like it is impossible to ever replace the part of my heart that they ripped out and pulverized. When you miss seeing your daughter grow, when you never took that right from their other parent, you feel like your world has suddenly been deprived of oxygen and survival of one more day is the most you can hope for.

Since I wrote this poem I have gained full residence (custody) of my beloved daughter. We are both so happy now.

  • Javier by Javier, Dallas
  • 7 years ago

This poem made me cry. I have my nine years old daughter in another country. My only child, and feel my life completely empty. I just don't know how to get more energy. Simply, I am a lonely father who loves his daughter very, very much..

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