My daddy was my hero strong & brave,
I remember rubbing his whiskers on his face before he shaved,
We used to go fishing & have late night talks,
And in the morning our famous walks,
But then he started to cough & not feel so good,
My Mom & I did the best that we could,
My Daddy was dying from the cigarettes that he smoked,
And for months I could do nothing as he choked,
His eyes filled with pain & His little girl aching,
And he was dying slowly & her heart was breaking,
He suffered miserably & She sat there crying,
watching her father lay there dying,
Her father slept & tears would fall,
Until the day He got his call,
On a Tuesday Morning She faced this day,
The day of losing her dad & the sun fell gray,
Her dad was gone & she felt so lost,
She loved him so much but he paid the cost,
He was in peace now with no more pain,
But his little girl was stuck in the rain,
Part of her is gone when they put her dad in the ground,
Half of her spirit is gone never to be found,
She cries in her heart for the things they won't do,
And to us & her pain... we don't have a clue,
For her daddy won't be there to walk her down the aisle,
The way he was there when he trained her how to ride her bicycle,
The girl is lost without her dad,
This world around her just makes her sad...
DADDY'S GIRL
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My Father died of Lung Cancer on August 13th 2002 when I was 16. I Miss, Love, & Think about him each & everyday.
Written August 24th, 2003
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HEARTFELT
JUST WANT TO THANK YOU...THIS LITTLE GIRL SENT YOUR POEM TO A DAD WHO JUST CAN'T SEEM TO QUIT...MAYBE THIS WILL GIVE HIM FOOD FOR THOUGHT. -
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I agree. I was missing my dad big time today too because I was a daddy's girl too. Or, I should say, I am still a daddy's girl because I feel certain he's one of my guardian angels now. This is VERY touching and good work.
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touching. good work.
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