My Daughter

Cristy

I know the heart of you.

I know the smart, clever part of you.

I know the highs and the lows

And the triumphs and the blows

That you have had in this life.

As I have grieved and railed

At this heart of yours that has failed

I want, cry out and demand

To be there holding your hand

As you live each day of your life.

I am coming as fast as I can

To be with you and speak again

Of my love and remember the years

Of your growing and smiling and tears

As you live these days of your life.

And she died.