It’s Been 3 Years Since I Lost My Daughter
It’s Been 3 Years Since I Lost My Daughter
A poem
In joyous anticipation,
A daughter we yearned,
But fate had other plans,
Our dreams overturned.
A diaphragmatic hernia,
A condition unforeseen,
Our little one’s organs,
Misplaced, a cruel scene.
The doctors spoke of chances,
As fragile as a thread,
But hope still flickered,
In our hearts, it spread.
A balloon inserted,
To help the lung grow,
A glimmer of hope,
In the midst of woe.
But fate intervened,
Labor came too soon,
The balloon still in place,
A cruel twist of doom.
Our daughter was born,
Beautiful and serene,
But her lungs were too weak,
To breathe on their own, it seemed.
In our arms, she passed,
A life so brief,
Our hearts shattered,
In overwhelming grief.
There were never any guarantees,
Only hope that swayed,
But now our world is forever changed,
In a somber, gray way.
The implication of life,
Is the inevitability of death,
A cruel paradox,
That steals our breath.
Our daughter’s memory lives on,
In our hearts, she’ll reside,
A beacon of hope,
In the darkness, we hide.
Nothing will ever be the same,
Our love for her will endure,
A testament to the power of love,
That transcends all that is pure.
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