Here is the poem I wrote and will be reading tomorrow during our church service.
I’m missing a piece, it's clear.
As I fight to back each tear.
I walk around in a daze,
slightly hoping it never fades.
If I pretend she's coming back,
I could avoid this anxiety attack.
But reality is quickly felt,
when I realize the decision was dealt.
She's not here to hold my hand,
none of this was ever planned.
Her empty car seat is in the back.
And all of her clothes are missing from the rack.
Her bed lies empty,
As does the heart inside of me.
She's supposed to be in school,
all of this is just cruel.
I miss her hair,
And the way she walked with flair.
I miss her hugs,
I miss her kisses.
I miss her more every day,
more than words could ever say.
[Update] I read this poem to myself several times out loud. I thought I was in the clear. I can do this, I thought. Once I got up to the stand, I only made it through six lines before I nearly lost it. My lips and body were shaking. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip, hoping to not burst into tears. I finally made it through it. I'm not sure why I thought I wouldn't do this. I greatly underestimated my emotional state.