Stranger

When I was young, at the age of three heart disease took my father from me. I will not hear his voice say I love you he wont be there to walk me down the aisle the day I say I do He was not there to teach me to ride a bike didnt put together my first trike he didn't see me off on my first day of school or when I took my first high dive in the local pool He didn't console me after my first heartbreak or see me blow out my candles on my birthday cakes he missed all my milestones he'll never see how I've grown or how beautiful his grandkids would be he'll always remain a picture in my mind, my own created memory.