In the quiet hospital room, in the dim moonlight, Some mother's young daughter, she died over-nightFrom a gunshot wound to the head, she was covered in blood Not a single word is spoken, only tears that flood She was only twenty, so young for one to dieWhen the warm winds of Summer blew across the darkened skyWith hardly any protection to shield her from the boldSome are born to die young, some die gray and old.Some broken hearted mother is in tears todayFor her beautiful daughter who died in such a tragic wayThe baby she gave birth to who suckled from her breastIt was not her fault she died in this way for her she did her best.Some mother's young daughter in a morgue today. In grave they will bury her, she died where she layLife for her may have been different if he would have let her goBut easily said on hindsight how things might have been and we will never know. Some mother's young daughter is beyond all careWith the gleam of youth still in her dark brown hair I wish it was some other mother’s daughter, but sadly it was mine Six months ago today I lost the most divine.
This is a chronicle of the grieving process at the murder of my daughter, Ashleigh Marie Lindsey and her unborn Baby Patience Lynn. They call the parentless child an orphan & the married person who loses their mate a widow/widower but what do they call a parent who loses a child? There is no word given for the parent who have seen this kind of untimely death.
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