I’m confused in my troubled mind; still weak, malnourished and shaken
What did I witness before my very eyes; why was your little life taken?
If only I’d known the truth from the start, perhaps I could have prevented the end
Must I deny that you ever existed, do I have to pretend?
Jenna guides me to rest back on my pillow, as she speaks words of comfort to me;
Places a tender kiss upon my lips and reassures me that you are finally free
I cry for you, dainty Cordelia. You were as fragile as glass
As fairy-like as a little imp, yet for a human you somehow passed
I can only hope that your soul is at rest and you are as content as can be
I was too selfish to ever love you. You shouldn’t be dead; it should be me.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014