Where are You Father?
I am Your daughter.
I miss You so,
Please don't go.
My hope is lost,
from all that you've brought.
My heart is like water,
Unable to be slaughtered.
You bring me a gift,
of spirits a lift.
My heart is felt,
with all that you've delt.
Father,
I am Your daughter.
Please don't go,
I miss you so.
You are my father,
and Your name is Rodger.
Yes, I made that poem for my dead father, Rodger. He's been dead for 7 years. He died on June 29, 2004 by a motorcycle accident. He was intentionally supposed to die on the 28th from major brain damage, but his health care expences keeped him from that.
I hope to take me and my brother to see his grave on June 29th, and also hope that someday, I will be standing beside him.
I never really knew my father, I was only very young back then. I still don't know his middle name, an I dont want to upset my mother about it.
Well, enjoy the pic (to my surprise, it feels like it had been an hour or longer) and be free to write comments.
That brown cat it me, and the golden cat is my father.




































