Grateful
When I glimpsed the sun's light against her pearl white skin, I was reminded to be grateful. The way the light gleamed off her long eyelashes burned in my heart, sang in my bones. She was of my blood and flesh, worth more than wealth or any of my ambitions; brighter than the pit of darkness in me, purer than the light of the moon. A tear rolled down my cheek and fell to hers. With numb fingers I brushed it away.
My daughter, my angel, your years were too brief.
I kissed her cold lips and inside something died.
-- Author's Note --
Wow! I struggled to write this even though it's fictional. My hands are numb, my heart frozen with horror, my blood cold, my heart aching.
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