My Father`s by Anb Wood
I searched for you in memories, in your heart ... your smile, your eyes strictly sometimes lacking madly that I look for them on every threshold.In hard days for you I think of comfort and support I've always been to you, but now you have no dear dad, so I miss you, even if you are white.
The worst is on holidays without you when we are at the table, we expect to pick up a glass of cheers, but you will not even have the day to share
My heart in sorrow has been shrinking for years, but it is still, my sorrow is ubiquitous and I wanted to share old age with us ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-11-04 at 02:33
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