Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar

XLIII

Dad

I miss you

I'm not used to you being away

I need you

I need your silly jokes
that makes me laugh so hard
I sheed A tear

And these small times
Where you learn me
How to fight back.

I miss you

I know Its i only A month

But i need you

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Dad, Today i went for A walk

And so Many Memories popped up

I was where we used to fish after craps

I could see us laughing in the summer

And where we walked down to see all the old ships and boats

I admired them

We once found one with my name on

We always looked for someone

With funny names on

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I took some pictures dad

Like i always do

I took some of the boats

And where we used to have fun

I was so little

That time where we did all these things

Why dont we do that anymore?

Why do we always fight?

I miss you dad

One month

I hope i Can stand that.

[The picture is from my walk]