Through the many miles and many smiles, Sweet dreams and distant memories, You spoke like an angel with heart of a lion. Forever brave never caved, In our house high up on the wall, Sitting on a throne always warm and cold. Life after death may be the path you chose,but this path has dealt me one too many blowd. Waking up today wobdering if well meet again,but alas..you never left as i had seen your face before the end. You came like the clouds and vanished like the wind,for once i was cold but now im old. Over the years i started to lose the picture of your face,but with an instany nudge all that wad forgotten came rushing down my brains. If only you had told me your time was up and you had to go,I would not have been sitting here writing this poem which had long overgrown. Happy 61st Dad! \m/
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 12:12:29 +0000
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