Best Poems Written by Lona Roark

My Fifteenth Birthday

It's my fifteenth birthday
and I don't really care
because I have everything I need 
my family, food, and air.

No more birthdays
will ever be the same
as the first through the thirteenth
when my dad said my name.

I know I have to move on
but it's harder than you think
my mom and dad was my everything
and half of it has sank.

He can't walk me down the isle
like fathers normal do
he can't spoil his grand kid
like he wanted to.

He can't be there for me
when I need to talk
he always made me laugh
and sometimes gave me shock.

I haven't laughed in a while
like I did with him
he'd always do something funny
just to watch me grin.

I dream about him all the time
but it's just not the same
as having him with me
and calling me by my middle name.

He won't be there to watch me
drive my first car
to tell be to buckle up
and to check out each tire.

but everywhere I go
he'll be by my side
invisible or not
he will help my life glide by.
                            -Lona Roark

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