With or without youNow I am faced Abundant emptinessLoss of my faith How can I continueLive as it’s normal Your presence awayMy spirit before you The first of manyYou’ll always remain The memories, flashbacksDrive me insane How does one comeTo terms with a loss A child was hereThen next she was gone My life will ...

Standing tall under the sky of many colors, The gentle swaying of myriad branches All green with delicate leaves. Branches, bending in rhythm to the wind’s velocity as if to dance. This majestic beauty sends reminders of a father deeply loved. The forgiving nature of branches bending almost to breaking, Then bouncing back to comfortable ...