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| My Mournful Cry |
We have a beautiful 10 year old daughter
That God gave us to love and raise.
For that I am so very grateful.
Though sometimes I neglect to give praise.
From us, He took another daughter---
So innocent, so beautiful, and so small.
For reasons I cannot understand,
He didn’t let us spend time with her at all.
He had many good reasons for doing this---
Of that I am quite certain.
But please don’t expect me to understand them.
I can’t. I don’t, and I am still hurtin’!!!
They say that time heals all wounds.
I have often wondered if this is true.
For it has been 7 long years,
And this all still feels so brand new.
I am lying in the hospital bed---
Holding your limp little frame.
Oh how I wish I could have just one day
To feed you, pamper you, and call out your name.
But God has chosen a different path for you.
The reason for it, I will never know.
It seems so unfair for him to take you from me
When you are as pure and innocent as snow.
I know you’re up there somewhere
Looking down on us from above.
Do you know how badly I miss you?
Do you know how much you are loved?
I wish that I had more memories.
Something that I could hold on to.
More than just a few pictures and a lock of hair.
These are “things”, but what I really want is YOU!!!
I don’t want to visit your grave.
I don’t want to forever mourn.
I don’t want to have to pretend
That you were never born.
I want you right here with me.
Just like it should have been.
I want to hold you in my arms.
Is wanting that such a sin?
Dear Lord, will I ever get over this grief?
Will people ever REALLY comprehend?
That losing this lovely child of mine
Has made my life come to an end!!!
Written in loving memory of my beautiful daughter, Alicia Marie Davis
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