In Memory of my Dad by Ann Wood
I get caught, myself that I speak to you:It is gloomy, but it does not rain.
I miss you, but I'm happy, as I promised. Right?!
The pain is wise.
There is no trace of anger.
The most beautiful of you
In three hearts drawing laughter.
I pray that to be light for you,
To you be here around us.
As blood not get to water-
Love does not become dust!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-05-01 at 11:07
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