I should be
Brought to my knees in grief
Your no longer here
But I still feel you near
In everything I do
Everything I experience
I still have not really grieved
Even though the tears have still fallen
I think of you everyday
In one way or another
Happy, sad, angry and mad
The holidays were coming
Now are here
Im having a hard time
My fear is here
Because you are no longer here
No longer cooking next to me
In your green pocketed Tee
I dont think I will know how to make it through Christmas Eve
Even I can only fake it for so long
Eighteen years
And the only constant tradition
I have ever had
Is me and you and lasagna
Peaceful white snow
Blanketing the yard
And our car
On our way to grandmothers house
Lasagna warm in my arms
It took us all day to make
The family fave
Strait from scratch
There is no other way
Smiling times with all the family
This year Ill be lost
No real tradition anymore
Im an anchor without a ship
Not adrift
But instead sunken
My heart fallen
To the bottom of the ocean
Sitting there without you
Maybe Ill make it through though
I mean I always do right?
Christmas eve this year, just another night
Where Im a daughter
Without her father.

12/06/2010

Posted on 12/06/2010
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