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Created on: January 29, 2009 Last Updated: March 06, 2009
We knew
years
before you died
That you
were dying
Everyone told me
how lucky
we were to know
They meant
no harm
by this saying
They only meant
we had more time
then most
And even though
I know
this is true
It gave me
no peace
the second
I lost you
Yes we lived
those few years
left
Without arguing
nor strive
It seemed
a door had opened
What was really
Important
Meant the most
We mended
bridges
between a
father and
daughter
You held on
As long
as your dying
body
Had any breathe
But my mind
replays
The last time
I saw you
with your eyes
open
The ambulance
had brought
you home
It seemed even
the hospital
could no longer
help you
They opened the
doors
to get you down
You smiled at
me and said
Hey baby girl
I'm still here
I love you
I smiled back
saying
Hey dad I
love you too
Holding back
tears knowing
you needed me
to be strong
But I had to
turn to gain
my strength
There was
blood on your
face
That night
You drifted
into a coma
Three days later
you life
was done
Mom was there
the second
you stopped
breathing
She screamed
Oh no! Charlie,
I love you
That was all
she had to do
My legs
buckled
Time itself
froze
for just one
second
Yet,some how
I made it
to you
Seeing you there
no longer
full of life
Tore through
me
Sharper then
any knife
It does not
matter
How old you
are
When a parent
is taken
It cuts through
you down to the
soul whatever age
you are
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