A young girl of only nine years,
stands in the doorway as her mother disappears.
As she zooms down the road,
the girl wonders why.
Her sister explains,
as she begins to cry.
Her father is gone,
never to return.
The tears stream down her face,
and her eyes start to burn.
He had left them for good,
God took him back home.
Her best friend had vanished,
she was left all alone.
Her father is dead,
she will see him once more.
He will lay in his casket,
and be lowered into the floor.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
A young girl of only nine years,
stands in the doorway as her mother disappears.
As she zooms down the road,
the girl wonders why.
Her sister explains,
as she begins to cry.
Her father is gone,
never to return.
The tears stream down her face,
and her eyes start to burn.
He had left them for good,
God took him back home.
Her best friend had vanished,
she was left all alone.
Her father is dead,
she will see him once more.
He will lay in his casket,
and be lowered into the floor.
On June 29th, it will be exactly 6 years since I lost my best friend. I was 9 years old.
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