No, she doesn’t ‘fix’ this
I’m not suddenly healed
I don’t know how I can explain to you
With the words by which I wield
Yes, she has bought joy again
No, it doesn’t take away the grief
Once more you can to talk me of children
But please try to hide your relief
Yes, there are comparisons
But that’s as nice as it is hard
For when I see how they are similar
I fear of sometime untoward
Yes, I want to talk of her
No, that doesn’t stop my need
To talk of the daughter that I lost
I need her to be freed
Yes, she’s helped me to remember
Memories I thought that I had lost
Of her sister smiling up at me
Letting me know she was the boss
No, it’s not always a comfort
As you realise there are other memories you’ve misplaced
This thought only takes a millisecond
But it is still a tough thought to face
I know it’s human nature
To hide from the bad things from the past
But only if she is addressed
Will our memories of her last
So yes, I am quite happy
Even if I’ll never feel content
Because my first child will always be missing
Sorry for the vent
