A short tribute to my father who died many years ago.

Biology… the mere thought makes me want to vomit blood, and the sight but more importantly the knowledge of such blood makes me wish I was never born. My Enemy Within… and I know now that it’s not me and not even within anymore but without anyone.

It takes more than just biology to be a Daddy. Poem about a father whose no longer there for his kid and the kid is calling someone else Daddy.

Rhyming poem, daddy’s love for his daughter.

Thinking of my dad…

I want to share this with you, to share what a wonderful and amazing man my father was. We are lost without him. RIP 1936-2012.

I am in shock. The world is the same but everything within it is now different.

A prayer. Cancer is an insidious monster.

This is a poem I wrote in honor of my past. It is based of facts of my life and what I feel.

When I was growing up, my dad was often on the road a lot. So I became a Momma’s girl. Well, in secret, I always wanted to be a Daddy’s girl. Striving to impress daddy. Striving to hear I am proud of you from daddy. Striving to do something that would catch his attention. I dedicate this to you, Daddy.