söndag, juni 15

i carry around a picture of us



You are the greatest daddy...
I can swing on the swing by myself, even though i miss you pushing me. My belly hurts.
I try not to cry, but mommy says its okey. I know you dont like it when i cry. Never wanted me to be sad. I try daddy, but it hurts.
Is it true you're not coming home? Maybe somday.
It's time for me to go to bed now. I sleep with the light on, just in case you come home,
and kiss me goodnight.
I love you so much.
I miss you daddy.

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Den är så fin och så sorgsen. Jag tänker ofta på dig och du vet vart jag finns om du behöver, kanske bara någon att skriva av dig till
kramen från cilla

Gisan sa...

Jag finner inga ord. Men jag "hör" var du fann dina... Kramar...