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My Father

 

I heard you whisper my name in the night

I came to slowly but oh what a sight

Standing before me in glistening moonlight

My dear friend, my father, beckoned me

How did this miracle come to be?

I was blind so how could I see

Something so perfect and heavenly

Appearing before me so naturally

I reached out to him haltingly

He took my hand lovingly

Pulling me close and tenderly

He whispered “Good-bye”

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This poem has special meaning to me as I lost a father in law a couple of years ago. Thank you so much for sharing. :0)

It's beautifully written. :0)

 

 

~Salinye :butterfly:

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