My TooShort, My BiggySmallz, My ShortyLow

I am haunted by things worst then those that go bump in the night.  
I tell myself, "In time it will be over, the morning sun will bring me light."  
I feel your little fingers tugging at my hand.  
I hear your voice whisper, "I love you daddy" over and over again.  
Your laughter echos through the night's howling wind.  
I can smell your hair with every toss and turn, or roll, in this empty bed.  
I tell myself, "How could this be, it's all in my head".  
Then I feel your little footsteps running down the hall, when will this torment end?  
I miss you Gabryanna, no words could explain, the pain I feel inside, or the emptiness within.  
So I patiently lay here waiting for the morning's rays to shine it's warmth again.