A poem for Natasha by her mother

Joanne Coombs posted a poem on a website set up for her daughter

Natasha Coomb's mother, Joanne Coombs, wrote a poem to her daughter, on what would have been her 18th birthday.

The house without you seems empty and bare, the smell of your fragrance no longer fills the air.

Your face, your smile the touch of your skin, the forthcoming plans you'd aimed to begin.

The years of your life were not in vain, as your time with us precious memories will always remain.

We know our hearts will never mend, we'll ache and weep until our lives end.