Dad Departed.
Blessed is the passing of time,it takes our pain away.
I don't know really if this is true,
but it's what the folk here say.
Blessed are our ageing years,
wisdom comes from many tears.
How many tears must be shed
before I forget that HE IS DEAD?
Precious Father, now you're gone,
your grave these flowers I place upon.
No words of mine can ever say
how much I miss You every day.
So rest in Peace my Precious Dad,
I know you don't want me so sad...
you have not gone, in my heart you thrive,
but I wish you were here and still alive...
God Bless You, I don't know where you are..
but in my heart you are never far.
God Bless you my Precious Dad. Wait for me.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2008-04-07 at 05:48
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