Another Death As I lay here on my death bed Thinking of what could have been And morn in my sorrow That I shall soon be leaving you I yearn for summer days When I could hold you And watch you play in the dandelions And push the swing That you sit upon And fill the air with your laughter Oh How I miss those days And my dying thougths I know Will be of how things could have been You walk in And I feel a warm rush Of the love I feel For my light and joy My little girl Having to watch her sick daddy Die... In such sorrow My little girl's last memory Of me Would be of shame That I could not make the other path of life Happen And yet... Would I rather You, my dear child Remember me as a proud father Taken by life Not yet lived to full Yes... So now I choose to die Another death Where I do not morn the sorrow For what might have been And try to grasp Onto the past Which is gone forever I die a death Where I remember the memories And know That my little girl Will be happy That you, my small child Will continue life And feel the riches and see the sights That I, Was not able to see So I die another death my love And I do it for you Copyright, Kristy Saluk, August 1996
Reason for writing:
My best best friend's father died of liver cancer about 5
years ago. This is the first time I have felt anything
towards it, or have been able to feel her lose, even though
my father died 7 years ago. This poem is written to my best
friend, through her father's eyes.
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