A Poem For My Dad
In his last day's, He was very sick.
Although he tried to hide it ,
He thought he was slick.
I miss him more and more as the day's go on.
It is very hard not to see him ,
When I visit his home.
Although I love my mother very, very much.
It's very hard to visit knowing that
he is gone.
He is my Dad I know that it's true,
I miss him each day more and more.
One of these day's, when my life comes to an end.
Up in Heaven, I'll be with my Dad again!
Jeanette, Claude & Stanley
(many years ago)
© Stanley Hess 2009
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