Her famous singing father
Told his girl she had it all - -
Her daddy's chops, her mother's looks
She was a living doll.
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Thanks, Kostas. I watched the movie (upon which my poem is based) more than once, and each time, I cried at her funeral. I think perhaps her Dad hoped she'd sing with him some day. That never got to happen.
she was young and in despair and her voice was carried on the air, but the fame of her father had taken it s toll too till death was all she wanted to do.
Thank you, Louis. I personally feel that she had a huge hole in her heart from all those years of missing her father while he was on the road, and growing up primarily without him. But I suppose we'll never know for sure if it was suicide, an accidental overdose of a prescription, or falling victim to some opportunist drug dealer who preys on the rich and famous for their money. Dead people can't talk.
Yes it is, Lamar. And what makes it even sadder, is that it's true. Thanks for commenting.
Outstanding...I love it. Sad in it's way. Well written.
Thanks, Ray. This one just poured out of me, after crying my way through Francine's funeral. The true stories are always the most touching, or in this case, sad.