PreachTeach: Blog by Erica

I wasn’t ready

For you to be a memory

A box filled with parts of you.

I wasn’t ready

For you to be a story

Something only I can know.

I wasn’t ready

To feel the void of your presence

For your voice to be a fleeting sound.

I wasn’t ready

To remember you.

I wasn’t ready

To miss you so.

There is nothing more 

I wish I’d said

There is nothing else

I wish I’d done.

I just thought I’d have you longer.

I wasn’t ready

For you to be gone.

By. Erica Douglas

Miss you, Dad!  XOXO- Your Little Girl.