The Incomplete Farewell

I’ve filled the shoes of both dad and mom,
A perfect little world that doesn’t feel like home.
I wish you could see the first drawing our little one drew,
She’s growing up so fast, the spitting image of you.
I know you can hear me when I speak to the skies,
You left me so soon, we didn’t even exchange goodbyes.

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