God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
The Report
The Report
I knew this day would come.
I’ve been anxiously dreading it.
The day the report would arrive at my home.
Words on paper telling her ordeal.
I thought my heart could take it with the hole as big as it was.
I knew the words would fall right through and I could begin to heal.
The words are harsh and clinical with no love in them at all.
Transcribed and written by a stranger not knowing who she was.
They speak of trauma…reek of death…how her body met it’s end.
How a 20 year old body was cut and bruised and bent.
I thought the hole could not get bigger.
It was deep as an abyss.
But oh those words of tragedy have started an event.
I see the gates big and black and smooth…they have cleared the way straight to hell and now my heart is spent.
One day I will climb up out of here and see her once again.
She will be as beautiful as I remember in my heart.
Her blonde hair flowing and blue eyes glowing…not like in the report.
I knew this day would come.
I’ve been anxiously dreading it.
The day the report would arrive at my home.
Words on paper telling her ordeal.
I thought my heart could take it with the hole as big as it was.
I knew the words would fall right through and I could begin to heal.
The words are harsh and clinical with no love in them at all.
Transcribed and written by a stranger not knowing who she was.
They speak of trauma…reek of death…how her body met it’s end.
How a 20 year old body was cut and bruised and bent.
I thought the hole could not get bigger.
It was deep as an abyss.
But oh those words of tragedy have started an event.
I see the gates big and black and smooth…they have cleared the way straight to hell and now my heart is spent.
One day I will climb up out of here and see her once again.
She will be as beautiful as I remember in my heart.
Her blonde hair flowing and blue eyes glowing…not like in the report.
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The Report
The Report
