Dad
It slowly slips,
From my eye
A lonley teardrop
I softly cry.
The days are endless
The night so blue
Then I whisper
I miss you.
I close my eyes
I see your face
I'm so lonely
In this emply place.
A sun beam escapes
From the sky
I look to heaven
And ask God Why?
His answer is clear
A whisper in the trees
He needed another angel
To paint the fall leaves.
I force a smile
My pain still real
Someday I see you
In heaven, my dear.
Copyright © Laura Warthen-Swafford | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment