Poem

Photographs by MwsR

Photographs, times, I can’t remember, but I can see
None though, except one of you and me.
The hardest part is gathering bits here or there
And hearing how losing you was so hard to bear.
Pictures can’t fix what my mind goes through
Or make my dreams of you come true.
The ones who knew you, I sure envy so!
That’s not something I’ll ever know.
I wish you could have been alive to see
That little baby that grew into me.
Gone but never too far
From that hole in my heart that now has become a permanent scar.
If I were allowed a day of happy
I’d wish it to be with you, my Daddy.