Stone Cold Poem by Liz Eckel

All she did was look down at her father
For the very last time.

She started talking to him,
Hoping he would hear.

'Dad... I'm right here.'
'Dad... you there? '
'I brought you a rose dad, it's right here.'

Her father was laying there,
Stone cold.

'Dad... I'm gonna go now.'

She had slowly walked away
From her dead father
To go and comfort others.

I don't know what I'd do
Without my grandparents,
Let alone him.

I only know that,
When they're gone
I would die soon,
Of a broken heart.