~~{~@ A Daughter's Cry @~}~~
~A Daughters Cry~
As I reach my fathers resting place kneeling as I place a soft kiss...
Resting my head there as tears fall trickling at a slow pace...
Hugging the grass as if its my father...
Not wanting to let go...
Not ever...
Always searching for the men who killed my father...
As he defended his country obeying the Codes of Honor...
Wishing God could explain why he chose my dad to die...
When he did nothing wrong but fought against the ones who dishonor and lie...
Why I ask, did you take him from me?
Did I do something wrong for you to punish me?
He was my protector, my teacher, sometimes my brother...
He was all I had except for my mother...
How dare you take that right from me!!!
I never got to tell him how proud he made me.
Copywrighted 2005 Maria Johannesen ( Ria )
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