Helpless bit.ly/10dVgDu Love, Papa. When every ounce of being And every breath of air Would willingly be given To change the suffering Of one so close. Yet the pain of knowing That gifts so dear Cannot alter anothers path, Render you helpless! Gold and wisdom Mean so little When you cannot fix the broken parts. And only inner strength Can pull you through. Guidance gained through The reflection seen In knowing eyes recalls, That each must travel their path alone While strolling hand in hand Toward the brilliance. Love, Papa. Jim McKillop Notes From Papa
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