The one I called Father

I dreamt of the person I knew as my father, cause he was not allowed that role while here. He sat at a table with my family, I was a lil girl. I ran to him and just hugged him, crying as I did that one unforgettable day. He held me and it all disappeared. So I woke up in tears and felt different.

Why can't I let go of the grief? How did everyone else? Is it her fault from keeping me from him?

Happiness - The laughs

Smiles

Memories

Promises - All contained within

To scream the anger To Cry the sadness

Gone.
To see you again. . . even if it's not for real.
This is the peace I seek.