A Serpent Pain
A serpent pain dwells within theDepths of my veins.
Triggered to the surface by theMemory of my daughter.
The serpent raises it’s ugly headAnd tares away at my heart,
This happens each day of theAgonizing seventeen months
since her depart.
The past may have forever comeAnd gone,
but my mind can bringIt all back.Yes!
The memory of her beauty, Activates that pain,
But I can relive the 30 years of her life, Today, tomorrow,