She left Me Alone…
Like the withered flowers hang their head down,
Crying for the sunshine…
I miss my daughter who played with the dolls,
The little angel of mine…
The cold wind came casting the clouds in the sky,
And hide my angel in the dark…
I wish I had left the door opened that night,
So she walked in with the sunlight…
The doll house is so quiet now making no motion,
The doll’s dressed is soiled and waiting for a change…
I wish I knew which road she took,
To bring her home and read her favorite book…
She went too far leaving her dolls and me alone,
I wish I was able to bring home her clone…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
Filed under: Death, Despair, Family, Friendship, Love, Mother, Relationships
