I miss you dear Andrea and always
This quiet and strange darkness
Comes creeping in so haunting, every time.
And as I thought, I counted those times
I told you not to do something, or you were wrong
I hope I am forgiven, as the Corrs song,
You know you are not forgotten,
And the favourite cuddly toy that lay upon your bed
Has heard you cry, but more often laugh
In those midnight calls from your sweethearts.
Teenage boys lost touch, who tried to win your heart,
Perhaps now forget those days, and you, that were not won.
Do not even know, that you are so long gone,
A too young soul torn apart
Left in an icy grave
When can I stop my pain and regret?
Only when I forget ….
Miss you my baby,
Love, Dad xxxx
Johanna
22nd February 2013