Father

As I sit and watch the candle flame, I wonder if my fathers death was my blame.

Remembering the good times we shared, I realise now how much he cared.

His 3 baby girls where intentionally hidden from him by their mother, so they couldnt share with him the nightmare that their innocence was taken by another.

He couldnt protect his baby girls from the monster that would prey, and interfere with his babies nearly everyday.

He couldnt protect his baby girls from the their mother that was supossed to love and nurture them through their young lives, instead she did all she could do to deprive those baby girls of their rights to thrive and to stay alive.

But those little girls they were strong, they hung on.

His pain and suffering was to much to bear, knowing that he could not be there.

They always held on the to the hope that one day soon Daddy would come and rescue them and save their little lives, and they would carry on showing everyone that they could and would survive.

So this Daddy knew that he would continue to search and fight, to bring back his baby girls his love and his light.

But when he finally found those 3 litte girls all of his gulit and pain, was to much for him to keep locked away in his brain.

As hard as he tried to fight all the anger and the pain that he held inside, he could not live with himself he just wanted to hide so the only answer was sucide.

Those 3 little girls they again lost their Dad, but this time they knew that he fought and gave it all that he had.

If you ask those 3 grown women now what they feel in their heart, they will tell you that their Daddy's memory will never part.

And whether you believe in life after death, that Daddy will continue to watch and guide his baby girls till thier very last breath.

Loosing thier Daddy caused those little girls a lot of pain, but they know and will never forget that close to their hearts he will always remain.