I had a wonderful Daddy… He made me feel like a princess and worked so hard for our family. I lost him just when he was going to retire from the Atlantic Coast Line at the age of 64. Trying to get my sadness and grief on paper was no doubt healing for me. Maybe when you read this, you will think of your own Dad, also. Daddy’s Shoes They were slightly scuffed and worn and now lay unmoving Just the way Daddy had left them on the closet floor. My heart breaking that Daddy would no longer fill them As I longed for him to be smiling and walking through the door. You see, just a few hours ago, my Daddy passed away My heart was not warned that today from my life he would escape I stared in disbelieve, my heart searching for some peace Why did he have to leave today; Dear God why is this my fate? No one could ever fill these shoes the way my daddy did Toiling hard for our family each day, no matter how weary Making sure I had pl...
Women's Spiritual Poetry