I hold a flower in my hand,
the only reminder of you, that i have left.
My tears falling like, an uncontrolled waterfall,
as i stand here at the cross, where i first got to know jesus.
But i'm here today, remembering you.
Along with a million other people,
that i don't even know but you did.
Silver was you color choice, i don't know why you liked it so much.
But you did, now i hear the angels sing your favorite song.
When the night is falling, the other day ib shed tears of sadness
and don't know why.
There are still memories of you, in this house.
Like your Bible, it's been three nonths, since you've
been called up to Heaven. Today i stil look at your photograph,
and wish you were here.
It's been different without you here, the house feels so empty.
I remember how you would call me names, and i would get mad.
But that's because you didn't want me to feel different.
Each dsy i wake up wondering, if you are still here, but you're not.
Where are you is what i want to know, you left the world too early
I wish you were here, telling jokes.that's what i miss about you.
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