Story unfinished, feelings uninhibited, and the pain still burns from deep down within.
Bitterness in my heart, thoughts of suicide, as I drift further and further from authenticity.
Wanting nothing more… than for this life to end! So I can be next to you again.
Because no matter what room I’m in, I hear your voice echoing…Daddy… Daddy… please come home again.
Read me a story after you tuck me in, but please don’t leave me until I fall asleep, and make sure the night light is bright so the boogie man doesn’t come get me.
Baby I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, every night I cry silently begging for you to forgive me, for not protecting you like I promised I’d always do.
I wish it were me that lay underneath the hollow ground of earth debris in a coffin of ivory six feet from arms reach.
Your birthday February 22nd I never miss, that is when we have our tea party and I read your favorite story…Chicken Little the sky is falling.
As painful as this life has been I know you’ve been my angelic presence, when I was broken you fixed me and said there’s more life left in me.
As I lay here this very night and dream, you come to me and comfort releasing me from my nightmares of failure…saying I know you did it all for me.
But soon you will be called on again to do what you did for me, for my brother and sister forged from me planted in your seed so that you may never forget that it was me that loved you unconditionally.
God has called me early so that I may be your night light, to keep the devil at bay when you fall weak with guilt and grief.
Just look to the stars, the north to be exact, we’ll claim that one as our own, and name it… sympathy.