To Our Daughter Suzanna Christy Maria Patricia <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My heart bleeds <br />When she's down in sickness, <br />Tears from my inward eye <br /> billow the flowers of our garden, <br />Each petal turns black, <br />And the garden lacketh not greenery, <br />The sun shineth, but there seems dark. <br />Each moment, every shot at me, <br />Cold waves slap my cheeks, <br />Foggy mist sleeps in my eyes, <br />Blues toll strikes my ears, <br />Everything smells bitter. <br />My heart raises supplications unto HIM, <br />And His Answer is ever fruitful. <br />May be His Blessings in disguise, <br />And we'll be in His Fold.<br /><br />MBJ Pancras<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-bleeds-5/
