Sitting on my father's lap, I wish I could have known,
His life would quickly fade away and I'd be on my own.
I wish my childhood remained for longer than it did.
I wish I didn't have to wonder how it could have been.
Waking up each morning with this black hole in my life,
Hiding grief with laughter, and crying for my strife.
Visions of the future, they look so incomplete,
No dad to walk me down the aisle; my friends he'll never meet.
Never another bear hug, but instead I have to check,
If the necklace enclosing his ashes is still around my neck.
I wish the memories would leave, of that one April morning,
Waking up and seeing my fa
Thank you for the comment sweety! I'm so glad you liked it. I appreciate the encouragement.
I agree about her head not fitting the rest of the piece. Thank you for pointing it out; I'll fix it. I usually soften the jawline, but I think I forgot this time.