RIP~SRA May 6,2003

Poem about visting my father on the anniversary of his death

Touch this rock baby,

Why Daddy…

I want you to know how it feels

Yes Daddy…

What’s it like baby

It’s cold Daddy…

Yes, baby and if you’re not careful-

Don’t cry Daddy…

Well, if you’re not careful that will be you.

I know Daddy…

A tear rolls down my cheek

I place the flowers on the piece of granite

You beat me to it Daddy…

Don't worry you won't ever know how this feels...