Shealyn, Billy.

Shealyn
by Billy

Sometimes I lay in my room in the dark and stare,
Hoping that
you'd be there
Sometimes I'm out somewhere;
And I hear a little girl call
"Daddy" I look up quickly hoping you'd be there.

Where o where has my little girl gone?
Where o where can she be?

I'd hear: "I'm up here daddy,
higher then the birds, higher then the trees.
Watching over Mommy and you too Daddy.
Can't you see?"

Where o where has my little girl gone?
Where o where can she be?

ALARM RINGS: I look around and my arms are still empty

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about the poet.
Billy talks about his journey, "I started blogging a year after my daughter Shealyn passed away. My wife Betty convinced me. I wrote this piece shortly after Shealyn's first birthday and this was my first blog post. Shealyn was born at 22-23 weeks. She passed shortly after. I hope to blog about my experience through the whole thing." Billy blogs at Drowning at the Shallow End.