Something To Nothing Poem by Edward Jarl

It's hard to gaze through my sight with the
glassy look in my eyes.
Never would I notice every tear I shed, nor
the warmth of another hand I held.

A quick panic would shock me, and I
would start to weep, yet I never saw she
who caressed me until I fell asleep.

It's a tragic feeling knowing that it's the
end and everything that I care for will
prevail. Oh, how I remember caressing my
daughter's hair when she would sob about
me not always being here.

Now she sits by me speaking with a tearful
eye and a heartbreaking smile. Her eyes
were my focus as I took my last glance.

She, my daughter, once before in my
cradling arms, calmed me into my sleep
with her palm resting on my cheek.

Oh, my love it will take a while.
But when this world shall decide
I will soon see you on the other side.