Maybe not the best thing I've ever written but the most emotional. I had to stop working on it after 20 minutes because I was crying so hard. Otherwise I'd still be trying to make this perfect to fit the perfection of the subject
On morning-time drives, my daughter and I, Would sing along songs which rarely were heard, That music was playing seems to defy, My recollection of photographs blurred; Vividly now, still I see Ava there, Rockin’ like Bono with snaggle-tooth grins, Smilin’ at daddy from her special chair, Laughter erupting as answers to questions; Yet, somewhere near where my health went astray, Were magical moments stolen from us, Now only silence do memories play, While tearful sonnets are written as thus; So to my daughter, I say with all love, Let’s sing again soon, my morning-time dove.
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