To My Daughter

I wish that I could give you back your life;
But that is something that I cannot give you —
And so, instead, I’ll offer you my arm,
For you to lean upon as I grieve with you.
There are no magic words to cancel pain;
There is no over it, there’s only through it —
And if you need to cry, or hit, or scream,
Then I can be a one with whom you do it.
For life is full of laughing, yes – and crying –
And I can’t say why good things just keep dying –
But I would lay my own life down, today,
If doing it would take the pain

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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