Sunday, April 3, 2011
Firstly, I would like to start by thanking my dear friend Christine for creating this blog for me as a way of sharing the many memories that I have of my precious daughter Isabella. I must warn you that in no way am I a writer, poet or someone who has a way with words. Instead, I am just a mother who is trying to comes to grip with the loss of the most important person in her life. It takes a tragedy like this to make a person realise how much support they have in their life. I am so grateful to all of my family and friends for all of the time that they have dedicated to listening to me cry and complain about how unfair life is. Yet behind thier strong faces I know that they are crumbling inside just as I am.
Last night as I lie on my bed trying to understand all of the chaos that was going on in my head, I decided write a poem as a way of expressing my sadness. Here is what I came up with.
The world was once an amazing place,
so many wonders one could embrace.
Full of smiles and so much love,
I was so grateful to above.
Now my heart is filled with fear,
anger and fruatration looming near.
I'm left standing wondering why,
my sweet Bella had to die.
My faith is questioned, beleifs unclear,
why would God take someone so dear.
My precious angel I'll never forget,
for the time we shared is no regret.
Maybe in time my heart will mend,
I'll get some answers in the end.
For now my memories are my Saving Grace,
I hold them close in a special place.
For in my heart she is still alive,
all I can do is sit and cry.
Posted by marisa at 6:22 PM