And it goes a little something like this.
Dad I like girls...
Note: (based on a book in which a women is having...
Because a moth, stuttering in and out...
Listen, do listen
The muse in the air...
To be called a dad
holds such a magical sound...
A faint memory of a warm simple kiss,
A gentle press of one's lips...
I miss your giggle.
I miss your sweet smile...
For a friend and her dear husband, who will soon...
Just because you see it rise...
Do you know
the sadness which blows...
fear not my child, for I have vowed
to guard your life, i’m duty bound...
They said two months three days ago...
Last night I get a call saying hospice...
You’re eyes so big and blue,
Oh how much I love you...
Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes...