MISSING YOU

  I see my dad sometimes what we talk about is between him and I.

To be in his arms one more time you name it and I promise I wont

put up a fight.  Its been almost ten years and I'm still

grieving.

I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer

breathing. In my mind I was thinking yall know my daddy like to

play games that nicca just sleeping.

 As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check

my own pulse to see if my heart was still beating.

 Being in a state of shock my thought kept repeating

flashbacks of those nights when I deserved a beaten, you loved

me so much I never was mistreated. Every night before I closed

my eyes you always repeated those three special words that a

young girl needs to hear and even though your not physically

here if I close my eyes tightly not only does your face

reappear, but I can softly hear you speak to me in my ear!