Mourning Daughter
I'm sitting on a chair
At the computer desk,
I am a daughter in mourning
My head's still in a mess.
I talk to my Dad
Whenever I possibly can,
I know we've been far apart
But, I thank God, for the woman I am.
I'm not blaming my parents
For the way my childhood was,
I am just a mourning daughter
Upset at what everyone does.
Children fight with each other
'Tis something I can not bare,
Especially, in the state I'm in
It's not that I don't care.
My father hasn't been gone
For two weeks, as of yet,
Tears still fall down my cheeks
Tomorrow marks the second week of his death.
I feel like a lost little girl
Hoping my father's been listening to me,
My prayers have been said to God
Wishing my heart will come to ease.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.30/2007
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