The hands that petted my head
Is now sick and laying in bed
This makes me weak and sad
Cause I don't have my dad
He left us to join Gods army above
While we treasure his memory and love
This moment as my relatives choose to move aside
It's an assurance that they gave, but lied
That's okay, I've learnt to be strong
And proved others that they were wrong
It's this life that we pay with our deeds
To the plants that bore this fruit
Bearing three previous seeds
The middle one is I, almost timid and shy
The first is a beauty but she's not with us, why?
The last is an explosive, flame him and you die
But don't be scared his a charming lovable guy
Enter my world and with love you shall fly
With my precious dog  greeting in a bow tie...

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