There is a box
Mother keeps close
Next to her bed
Half of her heart
Now in ashes
Love of her life
If possible
I’d give her my
Splintered portion
Daddy, you were
Gone way too soon
An angel you
Keep watch o’er us
Amongst all the
Other souls who
Once filled our lives
Life may only
Be teardrops in
The pouring rain
But you’re the sun
Waiting to break
Thru the gray clouds
Tho I can’t see
I can feel your
Love shining down
And that alone
Will be enough
‘Till we meet on–
That golden shore
This poem is for my Daddy who passed much too soon
Beautiful tribute x
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Wow, beautiful…
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“half her heart now in ashes”….Wow!
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