My Child My Heart

My Child my heart lay resting in repose
her black haired head no one ever knows
she sings for daddy still and dances for me too
just, it's not real we lost her before we ever knew
She fought dragons and our devils.
 A sword of foam and paper she had too. She dances by the sepilker near a kingdom by the sea from a poem of a necklace that her mother showed to me.
But only in a whisper spoken from the blue, whisper or a memory of thought we never knew.

She read to me her little hands trembling as we learned to read anew. she said her letters and her numbers and the species of the zoo.
She is still nervous for the speech she would never do. I don’t know the subject she would never too.

She rests in Valhalla  or some other mythical place
 awaiting a day when we can see her face.     
And in that hall and in that place in a sparkle of magic dew, she is dancing, still bouncing, curled and black haired child who daddy loves and momma loves and we both will be missing you.

My child my heart lay resting in repose on a hill by a rose. I wonder if i will see her but no one really knows .