Leah Wells Poems
|4.||Warped And Twisted||6/18/2007|
|6.||Dead Uncle John 2.||6/18/2007|
|12.||Fatherless 1 Year Old Girl.||6/20/2007|
|13.||Something Is Wrong||6/24/2007|
|15.||What You Mean To Me||6/18/2007|
|18.||Cries Of Our Hearts||6/18/2007|
|19.||I Wish He Knew||6/18/2007|
|20.||Let There Be Light||6/18/2007|
|21.||Dead Uncle John 3.||6/18/2007|
|22.||Can You See It In My Eyes?||6/18/2007|
|23.||No, She Won'T Cry||6/18/2007|
|25.||For My Dead Dad...||6/18/2007|
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For My Dead Dad...
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.
What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad, who will I turn to for ...
I'm made of silver, I'm not made of gold
Making up lies out of what I've been told
I can't be the first, I can't be the last
I fear of the future and not of the past.
Tell me the lesson, I'll get to the learning
I'll start the fire, then do the burning.
I'm a good girl, I promise not to bite
But hurry up because I can already see the light.