He says I have her laugh
He says I have her eyes
 That I act just like she did
And hold myself with pride
 He says I have her brains
And the color of her hair
 With all my spiral curls
And just like hers, it's fair
 He says the I remind him
Of her, when I smile
 With the shape of my lips
Every once in awhile
 He says I have her humor
And he says I have her nose
 He says that she would have
Loved to paint my toes
 She would have fixed my hair
And done my make-up too
 And driven me to dance class
Everyday after school
 He says that she would have
Been a great mom to me
 Did everything she could
All I needed her to be
 But all I can remember
Is being Daddy's Girl
 For when I was really small
She was taken from this world
 It wasn't her time to go
She was healthy and young
 Although she fought her best
She was no match for the gun
 The man took all he wanted
And ran out the door
 When Daddy got home he found
Her body on the floor

 He says that she had style
He says that she had flare
 But I have no one to shop with
Or to even do my hair
 To help me pick a dress out
And send me off to prom
 Never had those little things
You only get with mom
 So cherish all the small things
That I may have lacked
 Because my mom was taken
With one man's dumb act
 
 Dad says I'm everything she was
And he sees it everyday
 I know she's watching over me
And I'll get to meet her someday

                                  7-4-2008


~I kind of wanted to quickly clarify that this poem isn't a
story of my own, but I'm sure there are many people out
there who can relate! It was actaully inspired by the death
of my cousin who left behind a young son. Hope you still
liked it!~