A splash of fatality

I am very rusty at this. I'm sorry if it's no good.

As she stood atop Sydney Harbor,
The wind flowed through her hair.
She'd lost her personal arbor
And for her life, she did not care.

A tear fell from her eyes
And she wiped them dry
Despite her best tries
She continued to cry.

She took a timid step,
Looked down and gasped.
With a nod and a mumbled "yep"
She fell and for the rail she grasped.

Looking below her, she screamed.
Finger by finger her death came close.
She let go and it seemed,
This is what she chose.

Her fragile body hit water
With a strong and fatal splash.
A mother lost a daughter
In what seemed to be a flash.