Thou art Flesh of my flesh said I, as I gently wipe the tears that came forth from your pain ridden eyes.
Oh, Sorrow and guilt has now its hold on me, for I am helpless, as I watch your soul ready to take leave.

Without malice, you with tender blue eyes look into mine and seek answers that I am unable to provide.
I pray forgiveness, for all that I can do is be here by your side, hold your hand and tell you that I love you.

Oh sweet daughter of mine, it is now, I, which questions the brevity of our earthly time and ponders such cruel fate.
If I only could, your place on that bed, would I take. Your pain and fear, would I dissolve, and precious life, I would return to thee.

With that in mind my darling, I bid thee to go and take thy leave, release thy soul and flee this life’s cruel misery.
Always know that we shall meet again, and you shall be free of your suffrage and that I held you in my arms till the end.

J. Allen Wilson © 2002