Daddy, daddy come back please. You are my life and security.
Good times always out weighted the bad. Why did God take you?
Why not someone else instead?
I wanted to say I’m sorry… for I’m not always the little girl you wanted me to be.
Your out of pain daddy so rest your head on that pillow, its ok to let go.
Mommy’s holding your hand, watching as you slowly fade away.
A tear rolls down your cheek, relief washes over you when the preacher prays.
Daddy I thought you weren’t religious, are you ok?
Mommy places the white roses on your chest.
Those last breaths were like Irish Folk Music, the pain is over and now it’s time to go.
You see the light and then you let go…
You will always be my daddy and will be the only one I will call daddy for the rest of my days.
I wish I could have you back. Its selfish of me I know.
I long to hold your hand, tell you I love you one last time.
I wish we had more time so you can see me get married and have kids…
You’re watching from above aren’t you daddy?
I’ll see you again, someday… When I do, that will be the glorious days.