His words were my world.
Little girl wrapped like a gift,
Is closing her eyes and making a wish.
Lord allow him to stay,
In my life every day.
Words hurt sometimes when he spoke,
My heart he never broke.
Always working till he bled,
Too make sure his family is fed.
He went without just to make sure,
His family was safe and secure.
When he flies away to his home in the sky,
Hope he won't see his granddaughter cry.
Tears will fall the day he passes away,
He will be the angel, who is watching me play.
Isom "Ray" Plyler
Previously Published
©2002. Crystal S. Kauffman
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