Lola

Baby Girl,

When I first met you

I was so attracted to your strength.

Now that you are so frail and weak

It’s still the strength in you

That I love.



You don’t need any more shots.

My poor confused girl.

It hurts me just to write this.

But how could I wait until after you are gone

To talk about how much I love you?

Its just sad, because alive or not,

I can’t really read this to you

Can I?



You might be blind

But when I stare into your face

I still see you looking into my soul.



Your soft blond hair,

Soaked with urine.

Having to gasp

Halfway through a hamburger.



I still remember though

You taking over the house

And becoming an empress to us all.

You were so young and full of life.



I got through some tough times

Being comforted by you

And your innocence.



We’ve had some stories with you.

These great stories you’ve given us,

That’s what I love about you.

And your story will never end

Because I am going to keep telling it.

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