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About how I reacted when I lost my dad

12 years old, not a thought in my soul. Confused and scared, but we all go. At a time in our life things happen for reasons some we can't explain, some we can't cope. Time goes on and life gets better. Always in our hearts, memories in pictures angels above us looking down to protect us I call mine my dad, my best friend, my hero. There will be time where my life will go to zero until then I know he will help me go on and I'll be called a hero...

Someday�'-

Reviews

[J Johnson III]

Nice poem. Sorry about your loss. Im sure he is very proud of this piece.

[Jess]

Thanks a lot I appreciate it

[Nitesh Mahabal]

A straight from heart Written Work jess.... Not all find words to express themselves.. u made a expection with this one