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Daddy

We fought a lot through all these years. We often shared our troubling tears. I'm just like you, so I've been told. So stern and controlling, yet easy to hold. We share a lot of things you see, Me loving you and you loving me. You always made people laugh and cry. And this is because, I'll tell you why, You joked all of the time, right place or wrong. This is how you knew to be strong. But your loving words would touch our hearts. And even the good whiff of a fart. This would just make your eyes fill, Noone could tell that you were ill. You were a fighter and a lover too. Behind closed doors was where you were blue. You stayed swinging for but too long, We never really thought that you'd be gone. "You have nine lives", is what people would say. But really what helped, is that you would pray. You suffered in pain in your body and mind, But never had a problem with being so kind. People may say you were hard to get along with, But now I know it was just from being sick. It took 29 years to the day to see this. And I knew that this is what had to be fixed. So we sat down and had a heart to heart. Telling you how I felt from the start. You told me how much you loved me and always did. Even when I was bad as a kid. We forgave each other and said what we felt. Your hugs and your kisses just made me melt. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you, Just know that my words are all true. I love you with all of my heart. I knew I was your "Big Baby" from the start. So it's time for you to go right now, To say good-bye, I don't know how.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/16/2016 1:08:00 AM
Angela Carpenito. Nice to read your poem today. enjoyed ~LINDA~
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Date: 5/19/2010 9:21:00 AM
It meant so much to me to read your poetry today Angela. I hope each day takes you to greater heights in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
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