A Parent's Nightmare Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

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?

You tried to teach her how to live
But something you did she couldn't forgive
Rebelling and causing you grief
Now she's dead, it's beyond belief

She grew up way too fast it seems
Here one day, the next following her dreams
Day after day, wishing she would return
But she had so much to do
So much to learn

Midnight phone calls fill you with dread
That there was an accident
And now she's dead
Then one night, that call does come
After crying for days, you become sullen and numb

At the funeral there wasn't a single dry eye
Tears are the saddest way to say goodbye
But for death, they have to do
There's such pain in my heart missing you

As time passes the pain never will
Live to be one hundred and missing her still
My daughter, my angel, death took you away
But in my heart and memories
You live every day