Papa, as you sit and your eyes do not see me,
Do you remember when you chased me through green grass?
So thick it tickled our feet
I ask you who I am
And when you answer Yolaine
I cry
Yolaine is gone
And you are gone
Papa, do you remember
When you taught me how to ride a bicycle
And I fell and cried?
Papa, say something
Smile
Anything
I ask you again who I am
And you say.
Daisy
Daisy is gone
I am gone
Everyone is gone
In your mind
Papa, do you remember your Mia?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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