A note for she

The picture hangs above her bed.  A story told with so much dread.  Memories are so far and so faint but her face is what I see.  A picture of a life time of memories all bottled up with the capture of her hand; her hand that spills and she drops to her death.  Memories now begin to fade until the angel appears; an unknown angel until I awake, the angel of a daughter born and a memory torn.  With these pictures her poor head I hope it doesn’t bring so much pain and dread.  One picture to capture a lifetime of memories all lost.  What will she see in me now, whatever shall I be?  Depressed and alone and I have shut the door on a mom she has all but known.  Tears sting the eyes and the memories return; I am surely to burn; a site for a daughter never to see and a decision that should never be.  I will always remain so sorry.  True love is all that can be.  Know this for this is all I have ever known.