Harry J. Couchon Jr Poems

Of all life's pains, there's nothing worse
Than seeing one's child carried away in a hearse
All the time crying, asking God why
Why Dear God did she have to die?
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Are dreams reality, or is reality a dream
Asleep, does our subconscious travel
To worlds and lives as solid as this one
Or is our reality someone else's 27316dream
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Soft, sultry, mysterious, gorgeous
Thank You God for creating women
And giving us men a reason for living
Loving and being loved by these wonderful creatures
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We've gone our separate ways you and I
Walked out of each others lives forever
Still some mornings I wake missing you
And I wonder do you ever miss me
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Daughters God bless them
Little girls that grow to become women
But to a daddy they're always his little girls
Even after they make him a grandfather
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Nothing can bring tears to a man's eyes
Like the ones that fall when his child dies
If only he could have prevented it
Life's not worth living, if only he could quit
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From the day you were born I knew
That my reason for living was you
My baby girl, my source of pride
For you, and from you, my love I'll never hide
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I thought I heard an angel cry
That you've been hurt is the reason why
I could never forgive myself for doing this
If you can forgive me, give me a kiss
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All I can do is sit here and cry
Because, in a grave my daughter does lie
Now she'll be forever sixteen
Oh how life can be so mean
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I'm not her first love, nor is she mine
A secondhand love can be truly divine
Knowing each other has been loved before
And you both are ready to be loved once more
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