Read Poem: DADDY, by Vida Zukauskas

My dad always dressed boring beige shirts beige pants
no colours or flashiness.
he would always offer to drive everyone home and wait until they got inside safely.
he would always drive me to Toronto many times,
Miss me saying am good girl, miss my birthday twin miss spending our birthday together, he was my angel
my rock, feels as if nobody cares anymore, always cared deeply, loved deeply, feel lost without him
wish could bring him back, crying comes so easily, remembering moments we shared
cooking, travelling, having coffee, going to church just being together
you were here now you are gone
you were warm blooded.
now your nothing more
you were here
now your spirit is everywhere
daddy, daddy, daddy
why did you leave me
you were so kind and loving
miss hearing your voice
hearing you speak
your laughter and seeing you smile

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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