There's a shadow on the water, and I'm reminiscing of my daughter
As the moons silvery fingers casts its shadows beneath the tree!
The shadow it gets longer, the more I sit and ponder, I cannot help but wonder
If the night will set her free
Twas on a night as this one, and I don't know where it came from
In the shallows of the river, as it empties to the sea
it was there she came a cropper, but no one 'mortal man' could stop her
She was dragged under the water, by the branches of a tree!
She would have been seventeen this morning, my heart it gave a warning
Her eyes no longer of laughing ' she was fighting to be free'
now I feel so bloody helpless, maybe I was selfish, I want another chance
Dear Lord! take not her, but me!
A very painful narrative - - hope this is not from experience Bob - - it is a real heartwrenching verse......... and either way not easy to write..... hugs from Fay.
Bob, this comes from a heart that sore, does the writing help?
really painful eloquence and poignant by heart, God may bless fot the tearful eyes.........
so powerful so painful, Bob...i hesitate to add any more words...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sensitve subject and filled with so much pain, and heartache. I am sure it is not imagery, unfortuatly, none the less, a very good write, and god bless you.... Bonnie