Treasure Island

Kandi Behagg

(05\14\1985 / Wayne County. Indiana)

I Am


I am a girl that is talkative and funny

I wounder what this life holds for me

I hear Dad telling what to do

I see his spirits in my house

I want people not to kill other people

I am a girl that is talkative and funny

I pretend that my Dad is still alive

I feel that he is still here with me

I touch my dads headstone and cry

I know he is in Heaven cause he finished his chores of this life

I am a girl that is talkative and funny

I felt my Dad slipping away in my arms

I knew there wasnt anything I could do

I held him tight as he gave up his fight

I softly kissed his head then he began his flight

I am a girl that is talkative and funny

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I Am was written from the feelings i had about the day my dad died and it also tells a lil of what happend that day

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  • Joseph Somebody (whelan) (1/20/2013 12:33:00 AM)

    wow, I remember wiping my wife's forehead when she went, and i swear i saw her spirit leave her body. this poem hits home for me. (Report) Reply

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