God above hear my unspoken words so that maybe you can relay them to my daddy up in the heavenly clouds with you
(even when I don't know IF there is a heaven anymore)
I made a banquet of words
In a way to express the grief I have
It might be unless in time
(But what the fuck do I really know?)
Reading a book on grief only shows you how strong you really are
When you can read each chapter without closing it in a fit of
Anger that it does indeed say you go through.
Or denial that you "just can't deal" for now. Daddy I know I wasn't the perfect daughter, but I was the youngest.
I met one of my eldest sisters thanks to you and my nieces but I just wish I could hug you one more time.
My tears may come and fall but I know you taught me to be stronger than the tears.
Jesus could you tell me there's a heaven?
Why must my faith be tested when you left daddy?
I wrote this poem in a different way
Destroyed it and made this one but...
It doesn't do the justice of the happy memories you gave me.
I gotta go dad, because it's just the sound of the keyboard clicking, and the fan making its noise while mom sleeps to keep me company now.
Te amo, I love you my deceased father.
