Wow, that is so sweet.

Wow, that is so sweet.

Dude, I don't know how a poem about the death of a little girl is
"creepy" even if it is poorly written, but you go ahead man.

I've been to the bottom but when I could write about it I was already
beginning a new assent. I hope it works the same way for you.

that is the eternal question. I like it when people even ask questions.
People like you.

FOR YOU

hey little girl,
with the voice as soft as the wind on a muggy summer afternoon.
hey little girl,
with the eyes of chocolite candy kisses delivered on valentines day.
i want to tell you how much i fear losing you,
but i cant find the words.
i cant find the words to describe the daily gnawing, muscle tensing,
ache in the pit of my stomach,
that manifests from my fear, frustration, and insecurity.

don't play too close to the open window.
hold my hand the whole time we walk, and stay on the inside.
watch the stove.
did we proof all the sockets?

don't worry you will get better soon.
we'll sit together in the ice water to break this fever.
keep ypur head up, together we'll get through.
did we do everything we could?

hey little girl,
with a smile as pure as an artesian well.
hey little girl,
my expressionless eyes create rivers of flowing memories.

hey little girl,
i'm so sorry you got sick.
my sweet little girl
i've thought of you with my bic against my wrist.
but i have to stay.

i have to stay.

hey little girl,
who looks down on me,
this father's scarred heart still beats
and all the good i'll ever do
is for you.

it was the "hi" poem that inspired this one. I posted it to say hi to
everyone

This is the one Michael. I wasn't going to post any work until I read
this poem of yours. I decided to post as my way of saying "hi" to this
community I signed in on about 20 min.ago.

Thank you for sharing your work. I hope you write another one soon. I
live and breath poetry all day (in the middle of writing a book)and
after going back and forth with my editor today, I thought I was tired
of poetry, but after I read your poem I realized I wasn't.

p.s. It was the editor I was sick of.

Thank you to michael1313 for inspiring this post. This is from my first
book.

CHANGE

changed views can mean
changed lives.
changed lives can mean
a new open-mind.
an open mind can mean
the ability to tolerate.
to tolerate means
to live and let live.
comfortable living
breeds growth.
growth breeds
enlightenment.
enlightened breeding means
a new civilization
that is not afraid of change.
heaven on earth can't be too far behind.