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Footsteps in the hall... I laid in bed at night awake and listened to the silent dark. I said a prayer, my soul to take - To fitful sleep my mind embarked. Then sometime in the early morn A sound, it pulled me back from dreams. It sounded sad and slow, forlorn... There's someone in my house it seemed. I laid so still and listened hard 'Til closer yet it came to me. My bedroom door turned dark and marred, My heart beat fast, I whispered pleas. But then I calmed - I understood. I knew that I've no need to fear. These watchful eyes will not demand - Protection, love are always near. So finally a peaceful sleep Brings dreams of times when I was small. I listen now, no need to weep, My father's footsteps in the hall. In memory of my Dad, who passed away from complications due to terminal lung cancer on March 11th, 2009. R.I.P. Dad, I love you. Written for Round 14 of:
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