Since you died i've felt you,
Hanging around me, placing yourself into my poems.
They might not see you there but I do,
You’re always there.

You never fail to leave a piece of you,
Hidden within each and every line
Reminding me you're gone
Sometimes i wish i could stop you.
Beg you to let me write happily

My poetry is never happy anymore.

But Dad, since you died i've felt you
Holding onto my pen, stuck writing with me.
Dad i write my poems for you now
Every word is yours.
Wherever you are i hope youre proud,
Of the person your only daughter has become today