“Seven” 
I have missed much more than your
birthday,
and one day you’ll understand
that even grownups make mistakes,
and sometimes it’s hard to be a man.
You will always be Daddy’s little
angel
Some things they never change.
No matter the distance between us
or
the time that ticks away.
Nothing seems to reach me here
inside my house of stone.
My memories they haunt me,
and my days are spent alone.
I guess
you’re too young to understand this
or maybe it just don’t explain;
maybe when we talk I laugh
just to hide my pain.
Little girls they don’t
always stay little,
and how I wish it
wasn’t so.
I wish you were still
five years old
like the little girl I used to know.
Where are we today my daughter?
Cause this sure don’t
feel like heaven
I’ve spent two long
years inside this cell
and now
my angel’s seven.
~Anonymous~
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Mary Wells © 2007
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