If I could
write a story
It would be
the greatest ever told.
Of a kind
and loving father,
Who had a
heart of gold.
He is gone
now
It is hard
to believe.
This man is
my dad
Who I will
never see
Why my dear,
sweet dad
Was taken so
soon?
When he was
my guiding star,
My sun and
my moon
There are no
answers
To a
question like this,
So I’ll
cherish your memory
And hold him
dear.
But I will
see him again,
This I know
The day will
come ,
When it is
time for us to go!
Cause the
day we meet,
I know we’ll
never be torn apart.
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