Daughter Death Poems - Poems about Daughter Death

I wake up in a room full of mirrors, a funhouse of distortion where reality is blurred. I gasp, for in one of the mirrors, I see a young version of me— rocking and singing a lullaby to my newborn baby girl, with a full head of dark hair. By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair— a million-dollar family. Sighing...

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Darkened my world, Turned it upside down. A cloud of grief follows me around. The sun shines, but my eyes see darkness. A mother’s worst nightmare Became my reality. Torn from this earthly world— My brown-eyed baby girl. Grown up, but always my baby, Leaving me in a whirlwind of misery. Always trying to honour her, Keep speaking her name. Cling to her memory like a lifeline, Whispering,...

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“An Old PhotoOf You“. I just found…. A photo of you, The photo is old, but my memories of you… are new. These are the days.. that just fade away, Never know what to say, or do. I stay in bed all night and day, Shots of whisky to make me… but I’m just counting sheep And lying...

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We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks. Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks. A proud mother barred from her cherished calf. She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh when elephant sorrows...

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My heart aches my mind is blown The Voice I have is still unknown Thoughts from years ago I used to have We're nightmares that are all just stabs. My Mind tricks me into thinking of things That were probably never coming true My soul is exhausted from the life I know Which is why I'd rather be cold and...

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I’m sitting here wondering how I made it through the day. My heart aches, my eyes are swollen. My wish to have you back is not a reality. The stark truth is you are never coming back. Last Christmas, we celebrated the whole day with you— knocking on your door at dawn, sharing a breakfast feast around your table. So much happiness and love surrounded us on that...

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Mother, You are not here to soothe my restless night, To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright. No gentle hands to brush the dust away, Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys....

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It was the beautiful Anne who bore the secret to his smile, Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled, The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise, She was the heartbeat of his life, To him she was the painter of life in disguise, The floor she walked was kissed by him, He was the happiest man when Anne...

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My daughter’s last breath my first poem, “Stay,” was born— a sad mother’s grief, desperate for a reason to stay for another day....

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Your picture on the stand Stares back at me and I understand The meaning of missing a part of my heart A feeling that lingered from the start You remain as real as my breath Even in death We count the days and never miss a mark Gazing at each other knowing the reason in the dark Hands reaching out clinging Our love carries...

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All the life, hearing cluttering of weapons is rough, Being a single daughter is tough. Last I remember, you held me when I was six, I was injured and you were trying to fix. Mama died saving me, I needed immediate attention, But your one stare and even at that tender age, I was an addition to your tension. I felt...

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The storyline changed without a warning, Leaving me in endless mourning. They say, “Stay in the moment,” but how can I stay When all I have left are your yesterdays to replay? My mind wanders, reliving the wonders— Your smile, your voice, and the love I still honour. I am still here and embracing life; I just falter a bit more since one...

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Today is the six-month mark And that reality is stark. How am I still standing? It must be a big misunderstanding. A mother’s heart cannot bear that kind of pain, To survive, I hold on to the past in vain. I relive the past thirty years, The good, the bad, and the ugly, and it is so very clear. To this mama’s heart,...

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Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian Photographer Pearly Gates In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead...

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My daughter - my love - my darkness - my only care. Oh how I miss you dear, wish you were here. But wishes cannot turn back what has been done; can they - can they bring you back to the sun?; How I yearn to hold you close - just once more, Hug, and to keep you safe,...

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