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...
Mom
where are you...
lull me
hearing dreams...
It is hard to trust
when fear leaves...