Sick...

There he lies in bed.
This is what I dread.
He is very sick,
Why is it him God had to pick?

I love him dearly.
He's my light when it's dark and dreary.
His heart is always warm,
His love for me stronger than any storm.

His sickness cuts him like a knife,
But he has the breath to say,
I'm the light of his life.

Daddy I love you dearly...





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ellyn-bo-bellyn_2014 said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 3:08 pm
Wow alana. I really like this. It is one of those poems that brings tears to your eyes as you read it. Really great. :)
 
alanacarlene replied...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 7:39 pm
Aww thanks :) I'm glad you liked it so much. Yea it's one of those poems that brings tears to your eyes when you're writing it
 
elisianicole101 said...
Sept. 25, 2010 at 9:29 pm
this is like super good!!!
 
alanacarlene replied...
Sept. 28, 2010 at 8:34 pm
Aw thanks i don't really thinks so but thanks!
 
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