Ode To A Daughter's Steadfast Love Poem by Doris Cornago

I have gone the full length, questioned how anyone can be taken in their sleep, without a chance of a leavetaking from anyone's life. What were my husband's last thoughts? What words were on his lips? How about my son? Did he even know he was being taken away in his sleep? The dead are laid to rest, but their families are forever conflicted, wondering how death could have been prevented. Having gone through sorrows and victories together, my daughter and I feel closer and bonded together against the vicissitudes of life. The womb is where this relationship begins and goes through eternity, a mother and her child.