This year i hope to be a better daughter

The loud house, the screaming, the yelling, the undone orders.
Little did i know it was the last month i had.
The news thrown at me too hard, too fast.
My daddy is gone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter, for the only days i have with him.

The good times, the bad times,
the laughs, the tears, we have always shared.

The hitting, and the punching, between my sister and i...
making him furious.

"It takes two to fight" i heard over, and over,
followed by the excuses...
then the tears.

The ship has sailed,
the boat has floated away,
leaving everything, and everyone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter.