Cora

I am sorry

Sorry she left so early

Tearing your world apart

Future plans obliterated

Only a fading memory

Young skin no longer warm to touch

Only her smell remains

An empty nursery

So final, no warning

Five short years

Disapear into dust

Cruely life pushes on

As she whispers, “I love you Daddy.”

Her gift to you

That voice will never fade

As those words were meant for you alone.