That Night

Tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of my life.
Happy to entertain my fans.
I just got the worst phone call of all.
My father died.
I didn't think I can get on stage like this tonight.
Was tryn so hard to hold back these tears.
I thought maybe I'll cancel tonight.
I didn't want to let my fans down.
They been lookin foward to seeing me.
"You got 5 mins to show time" the lady says.
I close my eyes and pray.
"Lord Jesus,I need you tonight. 
I need your help.
I cant do this by myself."

Walked out on stage to sing my song.
Tryn my best to hold back my tears  and be strong.
As I was performing, I see my friend looking concerned.
He can tell somthing was wrong.
When I finished singing, I didn't even want to talk to anybody.Not even the show 
host.
I just had to go.

I went to the back and cried.  I didn't even tell my dady I love him before he died.
I didn't get the chance.
I decided I'd write a song about him to my fans.
Always tell the most impotant people in your life, you love them
especaily your mom and dad
cause the next time you talk to them may be you're last.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 10, 2011 at 12:01 PM
My father amd mother passed away in Africa and I didn't have that chance to say goodbye. I was happy at the funerals because I could not stop thinking of all the good times we shared and that one day I won't say goodbye but hello :-) Love your poems Love.
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May 6, 2011 at 12:23 PM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry today Christy. Have a wonderful weekend filled with good health, love, and inspiration to continue your poetry. Love, Carol
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