In that class...
Oh my gosh in language arts everyone was being so deap haha i wrote a poem ...
No name yet...
By my crib
In the dark, with only the little light from my night-light
He would sit, his neatly styled, golden blonde hair stood lively while his eyes began to fade.
His fingers gently coressed the chords,
Playing the sweet tunes of my favorite lolaby.
As my eyes began to get heavy, still i saw him sit, gazing into my eyes.
For i loved so much to watch him play.
By day a rock star.
By night my dad.
The hardest time to say goodbye
Now i only hear him play
Now i only see him play in my memories.
No name yet...
By my crib
In the dark, with only the little light from my night-light
He would sit, his neatly styled, golden blonde hair stood lively while his eyes began to fade.
His fingers gently coressed the chords,
Playing the sweet tunes of my favorite lolaby.
As my eyes began to get heavy, still i saw him sit, gazing into my eyes.
For i loved so much to watch him play.
By day a rock star.
By night my dad.
The hardest time to say goodbye
Now i only hear him play
Now i only see him play in my memories.