A Letter to My Daughter

Last week you left for college,

So young and bright and new.

And when I said goodbye,

I didn’t know it could be true.

I’d had a dream the night before.

A girl was shot and killed.

She had your smile and your hair,

Her dreams remain unfulfilled.

I got a call this morning,

A chilling voice came on the line.

Your little girl isn’t coming home,

She lies somewhere by a highway sign.

So I sought out a detective,

Just because I had to know,

Just exactly who would do this?

Who would administer your death-blow?

The detective started at work,

And found all the clues,

She finally solved the case,

And knew just what to do.

But even though the case has been closed,

And the man that killed you is dead,

The fact that my baby is gone,

Can never be changed in my head.