Ty.
I never got to say sorry.
Sorry for not understanding the pain you were in,
the pain you couldn’t bare anymore.
So you ended it.
I could only think of the joy,
The joy you brought my mom
and myself.
I thought selfishly,
Wanting you to stay
because you made us
happy.
The way you told your stories,
They always got us hooked
and you never held back with your words.
You’d swear and treat me like an equal
instead of a kid.
Mom still loves you,
She cries,
And prays for you.
I know you’re watching over us,
Our guardian angel.
Now I hope that
I can make you proud.
Make you as proud as I am,
To call you my second father.