She has
Your eyes
You know.
Her little
Tinkling
Laugh
Reminds me
Of you.
She's
So beautiful
But you aren't here
To be
Her father
You aren't here
To hold her
To watch her grow.
You'll never teach her
How to ride a bike
You'll never show her
How to tie her shoes
You'll never talk
To a boy she brings home
You'll never see
Her graduate
You'll never be here
To say you're proud
You'll never be here
To walk her down
The aisle.
Don't you regret
That you'll never see it?
Don't you regret
That you'll never be a part of it?
That this little girl
Already
Has something
Missing?
- Her
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
