Dear Baba Joon,
I see you in my sleep,
there, you’re still alive,
Refusing to accept you’re gone,
is the only way I survive,
I reveal all my stories,
Catch you up on my life,
Express the strength you give me,
During the neverending strife,
Before I close my eyes,
I look down to your office,
The lights are still on,
So you must still be there,
I say goodnight,
and whisper a prayer,
-Missing you always,
Your little girl
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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