Her soft golden hair <br />It stung me as it hit my face <br />But I did not care <br />We were done with the race <br /> <br />My little girl was back in my grasp <br />her sweet skin caressed my cheek <br />Gone from my life, but back at last <br />Little girl, she was so meek. <br /> <br />If you could be with my now <br />I would be filled with glee <br />But you were grossly murdered like a cow <br />Now you shall never be...<br /><br />Brooke Audino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-yet-in-my-arms/
