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: 
My family
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