As the days go by, my heart is breaking even more.
They say not to cry,
for you have gone to a place with no pain.
And they tell me not to worry for I will see you again.
But I don't care
because they do not know my heartache and pain,
because I know you are gone,
and it's tearing me apart.
Every night I pray to God,
begging him to give my daddy back.
some days I cry myself to sleep,
knowing it's gonna be a while till I see him again.
I still don't know why you took my dad from me.
He was still very young.
I wish I could get him back,
to hold him one more time,
or even just to see him once more.
You took him so suddenly.
I didn't even get to say goodbye,
I hate my last memory of you,
laying in your white coffin,
with your blue shirt and black pants.
I hate the way how you could not speak.
I hate the way how you were cold when I held your hand.
Please come back to me, Dad.
I still need you.
Your time is not yet up.
Death Of Beloved Father
This made me cry because 9 years ago my dad was shot and I remember seeing him just laying there. I miss him so much and I don't even think I ever told him I loved him.
It Wasn't Your Time
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2010 with permission of the Author.
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