I still miss you,
and I don’t know why.
Everyday, my mom sees me cry.
And I thought you loved me more,
since that day, my heart was sore.
The day you argued, the day you fought.
The day you pushed her across the floor.
Then I think, what do you want more?
You divorced, you left, the news was great.
Now your gone from the family, I think were starting to fade.
Daddy, I loved you, and I hope you heard.
Since the day mommy shot you,
I’ll fly to you, like a bird.
This poem was written/submitted by Camilla.