Pop Poem by Daisy Class

There's got to be someone
But there's no-one sitting upon your chair
And whe i look up there, i start to cry
Crying at the sky,
Wondering why you had to go when i was only four.
As i grow old
Each day i miss you more
And our story is told about we played
We sat in the shade, and we ran around
I was always riding my scooter
Those were the days when i was young and you were so much fun
But now I'm Smart and we're apart
for you are my Pop and i love you alot.