Comments about Daniel Adams
Walking into that cold dark room,
My body shaking with the fear and gloom.
Hot tears burning in each blue eye,
Mum held my hand as I began to cry.
You shouldn't have went - you weren't that old,
Your life over while mine about to unfold.
Lying over at the far wall,
I couldn't see you, I wasn't that tall.
I got lifted to see you in state,
I got full view of what had become your fate.
Pale and still and cold as ice,
No longer a woman who was really very nice.
A purple sheet hanging beside my shoulder,
Concealing what I didn't know until I...
You were suffering, you were ill.
We wanted you here, selfish yet still
We didn't bear to think of you gone,
I wanted you here for so so long.
Stashing them away, bit by bit,
You'd had it planned, you knew all of it.
You knew what every last pill would do,
You didn't know what it would leave behind too.