Laila Petrongelli

Laila Petrongelli
Born sleeping November 6, 2006
USA

This pain is so intense, Oh... how can this be?
My daughter has died, and now, my heart is empty.
Everyone around me say's time will heal ~
But I can't seem to go ahead now that Laila's gone.
so tell me... how do I get up and put my feet upon the floor?
When my body is still aching...clear through~ to it's core?
How can you tell me that the day is sure to come~
when I will want to live and my world won't feel so numb?
That I won't feel so followed by this deep & gloomy cloud~
and, someday I will smile...or even laugh aloud.
That the laughter I will have won't be just another act~
my mind will start to work again...my thoughts more intact.
Nobody really knows~how deep & bad I hurt.
Nobody can know. I try so hard, to explain
and still, I can't find a way to express it~
It's... one of a kind. The indistinguishable term
"consumes my very heart & soul" is the closest I have come~
to explain this heavy toll...Will anyone that I know
ever truly understand~how very hard it is for me
to keep my feet upon this land? You see, my world revolved
around this little lamb~I want to hold my little girl
and am waiting till I can. Oh God... how I miss her,
my beautiful angel~

Mommy and Daddy