You were lying in my arms,
As I tried to say goodbye.
"It might be for the best," they said,
But I knew that was a lie.
I gazed at your little handprint,
Given to us that day.
You wouldn't feel pain again,
But I wanted you to stay.
You fought for every breath you took,
Never letting go,
Until one day God made you His,
Leaving all of us below.
Although you couldn't walk or talk,
Or even count to ten,
Your short life had more impact
Than a hundred million men.
-Daddy
(written by Tony Doiron)
Poem About Losing Young Daughter
I'm so sorry for your loss. It's coming up on 17 years since my Charlotte passed. She would have graduated high school this past June, so it hit me a bit harder than usual. I understand what...
Handprint
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011 with permission of the Author.
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I'm so sorry for your loss. It's coming up on 17 years since my Charlotte passed. She would have graduated high school this past June, so it hit me a bit harder than usual. I understand what you mean about seeing her in your other children; I know that our experience with Charlotte has shaped my other children into the awesome people they are today. Take care and God bless.