The old swing still creeks
To the slightest breeze
I listen for your laughter
You’d kept saying go higher
I'd push more than I could stand
Your old closet still full
Of clothes I can't pull
You always hated that dress
Stood on stage scared to death
My tears were of a proud man
You hugged my neck
Said I love you daddy
I wished you the best
I wish that had happened
None of that's true
I recreated you
To a better goodbye
To make up the times
I wasn't by your side
I dream memories
That takes away the pain
I dream memories
That you love me again
Yeah I dream memories
As if you'd remember me
- Author: John Lee ( Offline)
- Published: December 23rd, 2023 18:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Once their childhood is gone.. there's no going back.
- Category: Unclassified
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