Forest Park

Why it is special to me.

Forest Park

 

My daddy loved kids

That I know for sure

That’s why forest park

Is a safe haven

I haven’t been there

In a long time

But I imagine being there

All the time

It is the biggest park I’d seen

With all the cool toys

They had trails to walk

It was fun to go on Halloween

Because they decorated it

One trail is special

And holds a treasure dear

I go there a lot

And try to find it

I go off the path

And through

 The bushes and thorns

The treasure is small

Where is it?

I wish to find it, to hold it

I think of the fire I never saw

I’d never want to see

Where is my treasure?

I will never find it

But I know it’s there

Buried and mixed in

My father’s ashes and ring

Reviews

[A. Amos]

My condolences for your such a huge loss, I can feel he must be proud of you and this tribute he must have read and felt your love for him...

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you for your words. I hope he is. He is the reason I started writing in the first place. I kind of owe it all to him.

[A. Amos]

I can feel and sense your love and what you are doing for world he truly is proud of you my dear, writing is the most difficult work and only the people who are insanely talented can get involve in such art:) I really enjoy reading your work, it's not only different yet fresh and stylish

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you so much!

[Sami Khalil]

Sorry for your loss. A great tribute to your dad....:)...................

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................