
I wonder if she also/
remembers my warmth.
With his spilling* still/
in her sheets, there’s no reason/
for me to be there.
Or
*sweetness
It’s very hard to/
call your daughter and leave her /
a “Goodbye” voice mail.
Can there be a life from/
Death? If it changes someone’s/
behavior, maybe!
Is it selfish to/
tell her how much we hurt? Or/
is it honesty?
I’m afraid her death/
will encourage others to/
follow her dark path.
At some point a few/
dads learn that fatherly love/
just isn’t enough.
Of course dying hurts./
The hearts of those who love you/
*are ripping apart.
OR
*are in agony.
So many times I/
stood in the coach’s box and/
waved you home. Now, stop!