A Wondering Heart

I sometimes lie in my bed, wondering why you said
good-bye to life

I sometimes lie in the grass, wondering why you kept it
from the whole family.

I sometimes sit on the side of your grave, wondering
why you were so calm through it all.

I sometimes sit next to granny, wondering why i don't feel 
your presents around us.

I sometimes sit next to dad, wondering why i don't see
your spirit sitting around us.

I sometimes stand in your room, wondering if your 
standing next to me.

I sometimes lie in my bed crying, wondering if your
crying with me.

I sometimes lie by your grave, wondering if you hear my
wondering heart.

Its saying why... Why my papa? Out of all of the 
papa's in the world, why mine? what does mine have
that no other has? He's got me.

                                                    I love you Papa!
                                                 From your Babygirl!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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