March 14th

It has been past a month since you passed

And yet I still think that it was a joke or an act

But the truth of it is that it is still real

And at times it still is hard to heal

I see visions of you in areas of concern

Wishing you send me something I could learn

Tears still sting the eyes as I start to cry

Understanding my answer to the question of why

I don't wanna talk, fight, even much argue

In just know I still miss the father in you

The pics and memories still linger on

But it still doesn't change that you are gone

But you are still here in spirit with me

Although it feels like I am playing hide and seek

And I play sometimes throughout the week

Maybe this is why I still write to this day

Waiting for that encouraging word you would say

At the end of the day the reality of it all sets in

You still stay with me even If You not in skin

I love you dad and wish you were around

But you are an d there is no need of sight or sound