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This poem is about the death of my father. |
| Your days were numbered with cancer you see, but I was just too stubborn to agree. The things I miss and can't get back, if it weren't for you, dad, I'd fell off track. Your encouraging words, so soft and gentle, your love for me so sentimental. I love you now and forever, because of you dad, I'm now more clever. I think of you often, day after day, sometimes I kneel by my bed to pray: Thank you Lord for the years that we had, sometimes it helps, sometimes I get mad. It was so much easier when you were here, now that you're gone, I can't think clear. But, I know you're around and you're watching every move, I just can't get hold of this new "family" groove. I struggle and struggle, with your being gone, but, that's okay, dad, I'm just glad you made it home. I love you daddy. |