IT'S OKAY; DAD IS WITH ME.
KOBE AND GIANNA
IT'S OKAY, DAD IS WITH ME
What was your favorite color?
I'm sure your mama knows.
She knows every little thing about you..
Doesn't she?
Knows every lil toe..
every lil finger..
The wonder of you!
Of a little girl whose face she could only imagine for 9 months,
Until you made your grand entrance into the world,
With all of a child's wonder,
A baby's charm..yassss!
I want all of these lines to rhyme for you,
to be right,
make sense..
But then,
It wouldn't be life,
Would it?
And death wouldn't have to remind us,
How beautiful,
or excruciating,
How wonderful..
The ups..
And downs of life..
are!
How sad we are today,
but how happy must heaven be!
R.I.P.
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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