My defender, my first love, my dad.
In my early years you were all I needed, all I had.
Then with no waving, death came for you.
Alone at only 10, I felt it had taken me too.
Once upon a time, life was a nursery rhyme,
so simple and trouble free.
Now that I am older my life is up to me.
Our family stepped up to care for me and did their best.
They gave me their love and their wisdom,
But now I must do the rest.
My goal is to make them proud.
To live their ways, to respect them I have vowed.
Life decisions are simply a choice.
When I speak, I hope to hear their voice.
Someday we will meet again,
I suppose I will be a grown up,