Missing You

I see my daddy sometimes what we talk about is between him and I. To be in his arms one more time you name it, I promise I wouldnt put up a fight... It's been almost ten years and Im still grieving I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer breathing In my mind I was thinking everybody knows my daddy likes to play games that ***** just sleeping... As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check my own pulse to see if my heart was still beating... Being in a state of shock my thoughts kept repeating, flashbacks of those nights when I deserved a beating, you loved me so much I was never was mistreated... Every night before I closed my eyes you always repeated those three special words that young girl needs to hear, and even though your not physically here if I close my eyes tightly not only does your face reappear, but I can softly hear you speak to me in my ear.