by Kathy Panicola

Created on: April 08, 2009   Last Updated: May 21, 2009

The pastor explained it was your time, but for a twelve year old is more like a crime,

The man in my life I admired the most, now just a memory, now just a ghost,

Visions of you came while I slept, to myself they were kept,

Daddy's little girl is what I longed to be, without you that wouldn't happen for me,

To your grave is where I now walk, when its you to whom I need to talk,

Not a word of response do I hear from you , but the sun shines bright and the sky turns blue,

At this I am elated, a sign from heaven is what this has stated,

A symbolic kiss from above, from my dad to whom I so love,

Keeping you alive in my heart is what I vow, memories are all I have now,

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