Treasure Island

Harry J. Couchon Jr

(10 17 54 / Bronx New York)

A Father's Grief


My daughter has died, causing my grief
That my baby is dead is beyond belief
Still I try to show the world a smile
While my heart and soul are crying all the while

She was my angel and could do no wrong
I'm missing her so much but try to be strong
Tears are the only way to bear this pain
That whenever I think of her, start falling again

There's nothing worse than having your child die
If you live forever, you'll never figure out why
She was chosen to leave this world behind
Overcome with grief, you're going out of your mind

Now there is darkness where once there was light
There's nothing in this life that could be less right
Than a child dying before a parent
For my little girl I'm writing this lament

Submitted: Saturday, May 31, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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this was written in an attempt to be able to cope with the death of my firstborn daughter, Holly Anne

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  • Carlana Brown (3/18/2014 8:16:00 PM)

    Harry, as I sit here just getting acquainted with all these wonderful poems, I am moved to write you and tell you what so many others have said. I am so sorry for your loss of your beautiful little girl, but as the other writer said, and angel is she She would want you to live your life to the fullest, so do so for her. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Wiseman (3/10/2010 1:38:00 PM)

    There isn't any greater loss than the loss of a child.
    I can not imagine the pain and the grief that a parent must endure.
    Am so sorry Harry but your daughter is with the angels now and may God bless her. (Report) Reply

  • Stone Granite (7/19/2008 4:42:00 PM)

    Deeply sad and solemn poem. The words of grief weave through the soul, a tapestry stitched with pain and anguish. There truly for there could not ever be greater pain than this you write. An Angel is she, and may the wind from her wings breeze gently through you until you are reacquainted. (Report) Reply

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