Wiping a Tear

Pillar of strength, moaned the beautiful girl

For she lost the pillar, victim of cancer

Father, be there for me

But the stage’s three or four

Most has to face the day

When you become an orphan

You’re strong and can be own

But where’s the shoulder to cry

Worry not, for you’re special

Most talented, n’ most humble

Poetess of the heart’s musings

Of a style so unique

Responsibilities on petite shoulder

Still a daughter, and mother too

Worry not, you little brave

The feeling here, is to adopt

Wiping a Tear

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