The 6year Mark
Today is the marking of six years
Six long hard tearful years
It's hard to grasp the fact that he is gone
I miss him I miss my daddy
Why must I still cry
I know that he held the majority of my heart
My heart was in his hands
And when it happened my hears shattered
Shattered into millions
I am slowly picking up the pieces of my heart
Though I believe God has sent my now best friend to me
She still can't fill up the hole
Why can't she
Because God sent me a friend
Who is just a human
A human who can be gone at the snap of fingers
Then where would I be
I'd be with a bigger hole in my heart
One I can't handle
I can barely handle the one I have now
I still remember the day he died
It feels like yesterday
I can still remember when the doctor told us he was dead
I remember when I hugged him and didn't feel his arms around me
I remember laying my head down on his chest and not hearing his heart beat
That's when I knew he was dead
I remember hugging him tighter and sobbing saying please come back to me
I sobbed harder when my pastor said he's gone to a better place
Eventually I stopped sobbing
But that image never leaves me
I cry every time I see it in my head
Six long hard tearful years
It's hard to grasp the fact that he is gone
I miss him I miss my daddy
Why must I still cry
I know that he held the majority of my heart
My heart was in his hands
And when it happened my hears shattered
Shattered into millions
I am slowly picking up the pieces of my heart
Though I believe God has sent my now best friend to me
She still can't fill up the hole
Why can't she
Because God sent me a friend
Who is just a human
A human who can be gone at the snap of fingers
Then where would I be
I'd be with a bigger hole in my heart
One I can't handle
I can barely handle the one I have now
I still remember the day he died
It feels like yesterday
I can still remember when the doctor told us he was dead
I remember when I hugged him and didn't feel his arms around me
I remember laying my head down on his chest and not hearing his heart beat
That's when I knew he was dead
I remember hugging him tighter and sobbing saying please come back to me
I sobbed harder when my pastor said he's gone to a better place
Eventually I stopped sobbing
But that image never leaves me
I cry every time I see it in my head
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