The Angel In My Eyes

You were my very best friend, but now that you are dead. I know that I did love you, but I hate you now instead. Just because I didn't pray, the day before you died. I blamed your death on me, but tried my hardest not to cry. The hate isn't hate anymore, just a sadness from the past. So I really do love you still, and hope this bad feeling just wont last. I can't believe you died, at the age of forty-one. I didn't know what to say you're life had just begun. Three years have passed now, and this poem comes to mind. It came from deep within my heart, it wasn't hard to find. Saying these words, I look up to the sky. I think of you, then I begin to cry. "I love you very much," I say and sadly sigh. "I just wanted you to know-Daddy, you're the Angel In My Eyes." Dedicated to: John Edward Tawney Jr. (July 21,1953--February 14,1995) "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!" Written: July 21, 1998