Entangled in a web of grief,
Spiralling out of control.
Swig a bottle of cyanide, should I?
To let the pain mellow?
I couldn’t bear to bring myself,
To meet such ill a fate.
Instead I took a sip once more,
Of lemon and ginger ale.
I sip and reminisce,
Of how life used to be.
When we would pick the daisies,
Beneath the cherry trees.
I remember when you would hold my hand.
And tell me you’d never let go.
Your warm breath against my cheek,
Almost as warm as your smile, it glowed.
Forever I will love you,
Forever you shall be missed.
Heaven will always have taken you,
Too early for me to accept.
If only God knew the pain I felt,
Then the angels would truly have wept.
Life – is but a fragile thing.
So precious, so easily lost.
If I could pray for just one thing,
It would be for you to come back to my arms.
A close friend of mine recently lost her Father, he passed away while they were on family holiday. I dedicate this poem to her.