It Hurts That You Left Me

A Poem by George David Hope

IT HURTS THAT YOU LEFT

It still hurts that you left me

To bring a baby up alone

I remember our last embrace

The next minute my mind was blown

You'd really be so proud of her

She's coming on a treat

She's started to take her first steps

With her tiny baby feet

People say she's got your eyes

I can see so much of you in her

Why you had to leave us

It really isn't fair

She's such a little chatterbox

Thought I really don't understand

She's cast a spell upon my heart

Without a magic wand

She has the softest baby hair

Blonde curl on a tiny head

She really loves the stories

When it's time for bed

I tell her all about you

Every minute of the day

And how you'd be so proud of her

If god had let you stay

As for me I'm doing fine

And I think I've met someone new

I met her at toddler classes

She's a single parent too

Oh we haven't started dating

It's still in early days

She helped me through your passing

When my mind was in a haze

Everyone still misses you

Talking about what should have been

Our daughter would have been our Princess

And'd have been my Queen

I'm going to get some water now

For the flowers in your vase

You know I'll always miss you

Time will never heal the scars

I really must be going now

I know I must be brave

I'll be back same time next week

With fresh flowers for your grave

© 2018 George David Hope

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bigfootprint

Lovely tribute. Thanks for sharing the pain. The charm of this work lies in its casual imagery and simple parsing without a rigid rhyme to spoil the tearful mood. Your clarity and maturity remind us what it takes to deal with such a loss. We all must say goodbye sometimes to those gone on before. Our loneliness never ends, but the years gloss over the pain and give us pause to be thankful that we are better off for having known them. There is no balm for a broken heart, and still we find solace in rising to the challenge, the duty to carry on alone. I found strength in communing at my church.