Daughter Dead

Silent on a cold bed

A perpetual pain in the head

A stomach that hasn’t been fed

A letter that has been multiple times read

Tears that no longer shed

A crack that can’t be fixed by thread

Memory lane, a path no longer tread

A day that no one had dread

Wonder how much she bled

Never will see her get wed

Miss the things that she said 

This is how it is

To have a daughter dead.