My Darling Full-Grown Angel

6th in series of poems, follows "Just Another Day On The Job"

My Darling Full-Grown Angel

 

He tells me to sit down, so I do

Unshed tears sting eyes of grey-blue

 

I can smell the soup burning; I don’t care,

I know he’s here to tell me of my Claire

 

I know, because her bed is still made

I just wish I had not gone on a tirade

 

His words fast, shoot above my head,

 

He tells me that my daughter is dead

 

Heart stops beating, ears start ringing –

Or is it her that I hear screaming?

 

I am numb, rushing to the sink I throw up

Fumbling, he hands me her favourite cup

 

I slide to the floor; I give in

The tears etch my face like rusting tin

 

 

 

Wishing I could have been by her side,

She was too young to have suddenly died…

 

 

 

                                                                                                            Crystal Kells

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

Absolutely heartbreaking.