When you miss laughing with your daughters
It’s ok to Cry a river; it’s only puddles of water
The Days are gone. You cannot reclaim
Life moves on, bringing a harsher game
The only comfort is in knowing
Daughter’s lives are in front now, growing
Most days, you fill with little distractions
To stop your heart from the breaking action
Time is a thief; he will still your todays
You only catch him at the end of your way
The photograph memories lie on the table
Smiles and laughter, I look when I feel stable
Times thief will never be able to shove
My sweet daughters, I will always love
