I couldn’t dress you,
The way you wanted to shine.
I couldn’t touch you,
I couldn’t do your hair up fine.
We spoke of death and love,
Before you were taken away,
I really did all I could;
But oxygen blew you away.
You were my only Father!
Of all in the family, beloved you!
You’re left now, with all the rest,
My home, my childhood, my truth.
