daddy, by so_close_but_yetso_far Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=so_close_but_yetso_far">

tears run down my cheeks,
as I sit silently,
staring at his face,
so lifeless,
so grim,
but yet so proud,
he loved us so much.

my sister comes to see me,
and in her 4 yr innocence,
she says,
"when's  daddy waking up?"
Posted: 2005-09-18 12:04:20 UTC

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2005-09-20 22:30:20Finding Myself♥♥
i like this. i know how you must feel. my grandpa died when i was seven and my sister was only five. it's hard to get over a loved one's death. i really like this though. many people can't understand the feeling you get when someone dies, this gives them a little taste.

2005-10-01 18:58:10so_close_but_yetso_far
Much appreciated, I like yr work 2

2005-10-26 15:47:33Ananya
sweet and simple and oh so perfected and effective x

2005-11-25 05:45:39love nothing >>--
omg thats....i dunno what to say but it almost sounds familiar...really good...sad...

2005-11-27 21:10:19Lovesick and Sick of It
Wow..... that's really good. And it's sad. I'm so sorry