In his arms I felt safe
There was nothing to be afraid of.
No monster could take him away,
He was the man that always saved me.
He danced with me as I, slowly, fell asleep in his arms,
And tucked me to bed at night.
Stories were created,
The ones I still remember.
On his shoulders I felt tall,
I felt I could fly, touch the sky,
And even though I'm afraid of heights,
I still tried to be brave.
In his heart I was still her little girl,
And it was hard for him to let me grow up.
When the time came, and it was time for me to let him go,
I whispered in the silent living room of my house, "You can let go, Dad. I'll always be proud of you"
With his physical absence,
I feel broken and lost.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to bring him back home.
So, when I'm crying,
I think of that little girl,
The one sitting on her dad's shoulders.
The one that never knew what death was.
The one that created memories without knowing that.
I think about him,
And I can see him smile.
No more pain,
Just peace and love.
In my heart, he's still around,
Still laughing and hugging me,
Teaching me how important life is.
We can be gone in a second,
But even if covid took him away,
It couldn't take something from him...
HIS LOVE.
HIS LOYALTY.
HIS LEGACY.
OUR MEMORIES TOGETHER...
Love remains; it always does.
Miss you, daddy 🖤🥀
