I Talk About Him, Because am Proud Of Him.
I Talk about Him, Because he Deserves to be Remembered.
I Talk about him, Because even though He is Not Physically with me, he is never far away from my Mind.
I Talk About him, Because He is a Part Of Me, A Part that i could never ignore or Disown.
I Talk About Him Because I Still Love Him and I Will always Love Him.
The time we had, Dad, Wasn’t nearly enough
To pack in an entire Lifetime of love.
There are so many questions.
That I need answers to,
But now that you’re gone
There’s no way to ask you.
But there are still photos
To remember you by,
Each time I look at them,
I still want to cry.
They say grief is easier
to bear as time goes by,
But they doesn’t stop me
from wondering why?
Why my dear, sweet dad
Was taken so soon,
When he was my guiding star,
My sun and my moon.
There are no answers
To a question like this,
So I’ll cherish your memory,
And mourn the years we’ll miss.
“A daughter needs a dad to be the
standard against which she sill judge