That Morning
I hold the broken pieces of my heart
Every daughter needs her father
Life decided otherwise
I can't stop but think its a dream
Envy builds within me
Looking back at that morning
I remember him laying breathless
Even time can't heal me now
Letting go is my only choice
I guess life thought I was strong
Enough to withsand its punch
Now I leave the past behind me
Cherishing my fathers memory
This poem is about:
Me
My family