To my Lost Daughter

[Dailen]

Dearest Rose,

You will never know, how the wolf stole you with a smile.
You will never know, with what pain, I walk each mile.
You will never know, the stories we would have shared.

Or, How I've rocked your beloved Care Bear.

You will never know, the suffering when my feet touch the floor.
You will never know, my tears as I lean against your door.
You will never know, The depth of losing a child.

Or, the sorrow that comes, when I see one with your smile.

Your room has been closed, for these two years.
I haven't the strength, to face my fears.
We're moving house now, Only your room remains.
It is as you left it, it is Exactly the same.

I wish we could take the prints that you left behind.
- Like your hand on the window
- And, your juice on the blind

My Dearest Rose

I kneel at your door, with boxes and tape, and tears on the floor.

[naegling]

This is heart rending.

Was it lupus?

[Dailen]

No, the Wolf...was a Wolf in sheeps clothing.

[waterluo]

I am deeply moved,and could touch the tears.
"how the wolf stole you with a smile",how beautiful the sentence is

[samercury]

Wow....I'm really, really moved...

"Or, the sorrow that comes, when I see one with your smile"

I especially like this line.

[Dailen]

"The sorrow that comes, when I see one with your smile."

Just catching a glimpse of girl her age, even from a distance,
I can feel the pain creep in. It's made going out of the house hard.
A simple trip to the store can leave my eyes heavy into the next day.
If the girl wears glasses, Forget it, the day has ended.

I gave away most of her clothes last week, the thought of selling
them in the yard sale, would be like selling the memories I hold dear.
With each piece of clothing I would accept money for, I know,
I would crumble. Each outfit, a gateway to moments of bliss.

One of her shirts has tiny pictures of ballett slippers on it.
-She had spilled "Chok-lit" milk all over her, then came running
up to me for a big hug....I saw the only the hug comming,.....
then I felt the milk. - I wont part with that one, it makes me smile.

*That should answer the question, for those who've been wondering.
I knew when I posted it, the question would be raised.
and thats all right....We all have our Pain,
And in the well of sorrow, I chose to show mine
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Before all of this, I had admired Anne Rice for her Melodic writing.

Now, to me, the bindings of her books hold more than just the
pages of alluring tales. They hold, her heart and her salvation.
-Now I admire her, with new eyes.

I walk to the beating heart of a Yellow Rose.
Dailen

[Psycheinaboat]

I would have posted earlier when I first read your poem, but I was too emotional and had to go cuddle with my own little one.

My heart goes out to you so deeply. I hope talking about this here helped a little.

[blp]

Brought tears to my eyes.

Reminds me a little of this
http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/98.html

[Dailen]

Thank you, I'd not heard of him.

The Reckoning, made me smile - So true, so...everyday life.

Haunting -----> Death of the self in a long, tearless night.

I've not gotten to Llorica's Essay on Duende..
Lord Byron Still has my Attention.

(good thing i'm not a student,
I would have hated to move on before I was ready)