me: Collections of things, Accumulate in Storage, Possessions, and Obsessions we, Stash it up and Hoard it. Select many belongings. Put value in the garbage. Sift through our photos of lost ones. The pain is worse. can’t recall vividly at all; the beauty Of our bond or the meaning in our talks. The wisdom when you spoke, But I member when our home broke, when I died of cancer. And we still need an answer. We Prayed for five years You’d be healed for reals. We kneeled and prayed you’d be healed for reals.

dad speakin to me: You know what? I survived. I’m alive in the sky and your apartment When you cry at night and no one hears. I’d wipe the tears from your eyes and remind you You’re half of me. my legacy. my greatest thing. My kid let’s sing. I can still recall the sting but you live it. grief is where you spin it, And Everybody in it. Could I, I would: call your mom, I really miss her, massage her on her shoulders, Through the phone I would kiss her. Thank her for her faith, thank her for our life, tell her she was right, that time we had a fight; I’d ask to talk to Cory Daniel.that son of a gun. My first and only son. My dearest one. I’m still here in his heart, I’m giving him strength everyday, Bless him everyday. Laughing, by the way. Don’t forget what I taught you. Work hard. Love people. Love God. Listen close. Talk slow. Don’t know what you’re role is? What kind of goal is it? You saw me fighting for life, Refusing to die, But I bid you good bye too soon, Don’t cry anymore, Listen what I say, Forget the way that I looked, Just remember how I prayed, Everything is o.k. Everything is o.k. I miss you too, I miss you too And I miss you a lot but I can’t be with you