Ah, little daughter <br />the only thing <br /> <br />I can tell you <br />was that you were made <br /> <br />with love <br />our love <br /> <br />and that before we <br />could get to know you <br /> <br />Death: unmade you <br />& you vanished from our sight. <br /> <br />Ah, little daughter <br />if only I could tell you <br /> <br />what you would <br />like to know: <br /> <br />'What was I like? ' <br /> <br />And I cry: 'I don't know <br />...I don't know? ' <br /> <br />The only thing <br />I can tell you <br /> <br />(little daughter...are you listening) <br /> <br />the only thing I can tell you <br /> <br />was that you were <br />made <br /> <br />with love <br /> <br />our love<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-only-thing-for-barbara-ray/
