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FATHER
A word so dear, but not often near.
My dear father, was it a bother?
I wish you were here to see me grow.
The things I want you to know.
Did you think of me at any day?
I would not have been in your way.
It would have been wounderful for you to stay; so
I could have spent with you "FAHTERS DAY".
I wish I had the chance to say, "I love you".
To sit on your lap 'n listen to a story would have been the perfect glory.
You sit and watch me play would have been a spectacular day.
A lazy afternoon, eating ice-cream and sharing a spoon.
But instead.
I lay under the moon,
waiting a shooting star; to make a wish.
That someday I will feel your kiss.
You've weaved one precious poem
for one person who means a lot to
your existence. A sad piece indeed.
Keep writing.