Life seems so empty,
Without the chitter-chatter in the background,
Bed lies cold as your eyes,
As I creep within the house that has no sound.
To think that he reaps,
The fruits of my labour,
But no man or he who passes for one,
Can come close to;
Those blue eyes and golden hair,
That look up and say unconditionally,
'I love you daddy',
Shivers; tears; strength.
No man, not even in a dozen years,
Of piggy backs, swings and slides,
Can touch us.
We are safe in the power of our love.
Phillip Alan Green
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-give-up-on-me-2/
