It is funny how as years go by,
you start to disappear.
You end up talking to yourself,
occasionlly you may get..
Dad you are a man I love,
cherish and adore.
All of the way up to the ceiling,
and back down to the floor.
When I pray to God I ask him for,
one minute back in time.
To place me in my mothers arms,
one more cuddle just one last time.
Why do they always treat me so bad,
when all I do is care.
I beg and plead 'just please be good'
but still I get nowhere.
I had my twin's at the age of seventeen,
I really was so scared.
But once I saw my little girl's,
there was nothing that compared.