Why didn’t you and mother made up
Before your life had been put to a stop?
But there’s no point in running away,
For death and gloom is bound to stay.
I pray that someday we’ll all be together,
And my heart can be as light as a feather,
Then I don’t have to dwell on the sad past,
And all the emptiness in me doesn’t have to last.
I praise God, for He is my other father,
He made my life somehow less sadder
Than it should be, without you,
And without him I wouldn’t know what to do.
December 5 2014