As the night twists
Unhappily like a knife
Into a vital organ,
All I can do is ask
Where is my daughter
Of a pretty age?
Im cloaked in despair
And filled with rage.
I wish I could
Hold …
Archive for the ‘Daughter Poems’ Category
Long ago, when the stars in the sky brightly shone,
To the tribe of MacDonnachda, a daughter was born
Who inherited her mothers eyes of emerald green
And whose cries shivered the skin …