Red-tipped nose as the
icy winds cut deep,
Spirit shrouded and numb with cold;
Once hot tears frozen on her cheek,
Running rampant on a soul too old.
Seasons change and
But the day remains the same;
Cold, disheartening, crushing,
Fourteen years passing has not lessened the pain.
Tears prick her haunted
Threatening to reveal her despair;
Having grown strong, tenacious, fierce,
Enduring the fact life is unfair.
Truth weighing down
A Daughter of Disgrace;
Unwilling to make the admission,
She is forgetting her fathers face.
She fails to recall
Barely remembering his strong voice;
Wishing to relive his loving hugs,
and the moments of rejoice.
Itís been fourteen
That to your sickness you did succumb;
Although the flow of time has carried on,
Would you be proud of the woman Iíve become?