To my daughter in sorrow;
Too well did I understand the look in your haunted eyes;
Pain and disillusionment.
You fought a losing battle, and lost, and died.
I will shed for you the tears of a lifetime you will never live.
The tears you will never more shed.
Madonna of suffering, wrapped in the cold shroud of death.
I wept with you.
I weep for you.
For I still can.
The tide of tears has turned.
Sleep, my daughter, and weep no more.