Oh sweet child; never lose that spark or shine. Never stop looking up, those stars will surely align. Oh sweet child; be bold, be brave, bare your beautiful soul. Don’t push a way those ones who make your life whole. Oh sweet child; you will grow and learn and change more times than you can… Continue reading Oh Sweet Child; Turning 34
Category: not fatherless
They Pulled You Up
You were just young when your world turned gray. Dark clouds set in; every single day. Your world came crashing; it all fell down. Bricks and mortar; they slammed to the ground. Life as you knew it became something dark. Monsters were lurking and they left their mark. And you had no place to call… Continue reading They Pulled You Up
Let them blow a way when their season in your life has changed. Let them fall into place when the puzzle pieces need rearranged. Let them decide it’s time to leave for good and walk out the door. Let them love you like you’ve never known love before. Let them grow in a different direction… Continue reading Let Them
Fifteen Years & You’re Still Forever Young, Poppa. 🌙
Not a single day passes without a memory of you. A smile or a laugh, or a ‘what the hell would he do?’ I’ve heard a thousand stories about your kind and amazing soul. And even more of your silliness and you acting a fool. Strangers have told me endless stories of who you were.… Continue reading Fifteen Years & You’re Still Forever Young, Poppa. 🌙
A little girl was born; so shy and scared, a long time ago. . . Her father so strong, so brave and so loving; little did she know. . . He would pass down to her his strength, courage and heart. It would show through when they were forced to part. He would give her… Continue reading He Would
Fourteen Years . . . 12/29/62-02/29/08
I cried today; not for you but for me I cried for all the moments and the memories. I shed tears today because we were robbed of time. I shed tears because it happened with no reason or rhyme. I hurt today because I want you here. I hurt because I can’t believe it’s been… Continue reading Fourteen Years . . . 12/29/62-02/29/08
Happy 59th Birthday, Poppa. ⭐️
“Poppa, Poppa, Poppa”; I used to yell into the phone “Dez, Dez, Dez”; I was your Princess up upon my throne. You taught me to love with each and every piece of my broken heart. You assured me you’d always be with me; even when we had to be a part. You shared all your… Continue reading Happy 59th Birthday, Poppa. ⭐️
I Am Like A Pine Tree. 🌲 (the meanings behind my latest tattoo)
I am like a pine tree; standing full and tall. My limbs are not perfect; some large, others small. I am like a pine tree; shedding my needles as time passes by. And the pieces either get engrained in those around me or simply fly. I am like a pine tree with deep and firm… Continue reading I Am Like A Pine Tree. 🌲 (the meanings behind my latest tattoo)
my Poppa may have passed but I am certainly NOT fatherless.
He may not be here now but I am anything but fatherless.