I walk towards your grave,
trying my hardest to be brave.
I feel a tear slide down my face,
a hole rests in my heart
that never will be replaced.
I look at the ground,
steady and sound.
Looking at the inscription,
I lean closer, only to read
words of meaningless description.
Husband and father,
me being his daughter.
Eight years old.
Too young, to be out here,
facing this cold.
The last words spoken never with regret,
I love you Daddy never forget.
I am looking for critism, please don't be too harsh this is my first poem.
