It's Just a Cake
I hopelessly sit here,
Like three years ago.
All the candles are lit,
No “Sweet Angel” to blow.
I look up to the heavens,
And shout out “WHY” ??
The silence is deafening,
They don’t hear my cry’s.
Just one last quick puff,
That’s all I ask for.
Do I ask for to much ?
As I slumped to the floor.
Yet again with dismay,
I feel no breeze.
No wind on my face,
Just me on my knees.
I fight all the demons,
That lurk inside me.
I would let them all out,
But I can’t find the key.
This battle is fought,
every day of my life.
I hope I’m winning ,
But it’s not a fair fight..
You can throw theology,
Right out the door.
The bottom line is,
She’s with us no more.....
She lives in my mind,
Which is very confused.
I just wish I could see her,
Put on some shoes.
She lives in my heart,
So were never apart
She’s with me today.
As it’s pumping away.
Yet my soul is still searching,
For the love that I lost.
So hard to find peace
At whatever the cost
Then I look to the heavens,
And I desperately cry.
“Please, just one more puff “
No need to ask why .........
We Love You Baby,
Dad & The Girls
Penned for my “Sweet Angel‘s” 17th Birthday...
Curtis A. Richards
Copyright © Curtis Richards | Year Posted 2009
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