I don’t wanna go, but it’s time to leave. You’ll be on my mind, my destiny. I won’t fight it in vain, I love you just the same.
There was a time when I stood in line for love, for love, but i let you go. I let you go.
A teeter with no reciprocal totter. #foreveralone
The day I met you, I took a chance.
The day I met you, I swallowed my fear.
The day I met you, I gave up all pretenses.
The day I met you, I felt myself starting to fall.
The day I met you, I stopped wishing.
The day I met you, I stopped wishing on 11:11.
The day I met you, I stopped wishing on eyelashes.
The day I met you, I stopped wishing on shooting stars.
The day I met you, I had everything I could ever wish for.
Six white horses came today
To take my Daddy far away
Mommy said I must be good
And stand as big as Daddy would
And now I am big, so I wont cry
When I see my Daddy wave goodbye
Cause Daddy is my special friend
He always comes back soon again
I cannot wave, I dont see why?
Theres just a black box moving by
But Mommy says I should be still
I am a big boy now, and so I will
I hear some drums; they’re awfully loud!
My Mommy’s sad and so’s the crowd
And everybody’s dressed in black
But Daddy will soon and hurry back
Were going to take a walk to mass
Then maybe Ill see Daddy pass
I wonder why we’re only three?
He always comes to church with me
Two men are talking, I can see
They said their very proud of me
They said my Daddy’s in that box
The black one with the six gold locks
I have on a big boys suit
And now its my turn to salute
I do it just like the big boys do
Because I have to be one too
They’re going to stop and then just leave
But in that box how will he breathe?
Though I do not understand
Theres Mommy here to hold my hand
Hes going to leave and not come home!
We just cant leave him here alone!
I want to hear him laugh and say
John-John come here so we can play
I dont see Daddy anywhere
I want to cry and I dont care
Hes in the ground-he cannot be!
He should be right here holding me!
But Mommy says I must be good
So I’ll just stand as Daddy would
I love this poem and I wish that I was at home watching JFK documentaries with my dad all day, like we always do.
Seeing my boss cry when she talks about her daughter’s wedding that occurred years ago, gives me hope. Gives me hope.