Sunday, June 21, 2009

3rd Sunday in June

This use to be a day of joy and pride
She’d run full speed and cling to my side
This use to be a time of special meaning
Swelled with love forever gleaming

I never realized how lucky I was
Took it for granted just because
Always tomorrow and not right now
Too busy for her I must avow

So much time has passed me by
I’ve lost my baby and don’t know why
They all say that she’ll come around
After maturing and standing her ground

But now I sit in this empty room
Finding ways to explore my gloom
While all other father’s celebrate their kid
I torture myself with whatever I did