PJM 1944 - 2001

Are you proud of me? the women i have became, when you look down on me and see all i have done. Would you begrudge me the love of another man? Or my brother on my wedding day were you would likley stand? I miss you more as each day passes under my pillow i keep them your gold rimmed glasses. I piece of you still lives on in me, in my heart forever, for only me to see. mum cried alot i heard her pleas, for you to come home, shes on her knees. She never believed in god you know, Now she prays as we grow. Children shouldnt see what we saw them taking you away through the door. Your car sat outside for far to long 11 i was but still i stayed strong Your heart gave up so soon to quick, the memories we have, will always stick. Love you dad. x