Daughter Death Poem

Poem About Still Loving Child Years After Death

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 lifetime has passed since that day, but I still love her and miss her as if it were yesterday.

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On July 21, 1983, I gave birth to my second child and the second daughter. They were born just 2 years 2 months and 1 day apart. I had no name picked out for her until the night she was born....

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My Precious Daughter Lindsey

© more by Terry Gouveia

Published: February 2012

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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  • Becky Marie Albaugh by Becky Marie Albaugh
  • 4 months ago

On July 21, 1983, I gave birth to my second child and the second daughter. They were born just 2 years 2 months and 1 day apart. I had no name picked out for her until the night she was born. Then just out of the blue after she was born, I chose to name her Sabrina. Eleven months later I gave birth to my son. On September 14, 2020, she tested positive for the Covid19 virus. On September 20, 2020, my beautiful 37-year-old daughter was placed on a ventilator so she could breathe. I was not allowed to be anywhere near the hospital to hold her hand and let her know that I was there for her. I was not able to tell my daughter I loved her. On September 28, 2020, my daughter passed away, alone with only strangers by her side. It has been 8 months today since she has been gone. My heart aches every minute of every day without her. My daughter was my middle child. I loved her very much. She was so much like me in some ways and like her father in other ways.

  • Vicki MaCleod by Vicki MaCleod
  • 8 years ago

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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  • Ravindra by Ravindra
  • 3 years ago

Losing your child is unbearable pain. Pray to God to give you strength, happiness, and peace.

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