12 November 2008
Father
I often think of my father
I sometimes meet him in my dreams
His love still surrounds us
I am glad God set him free
The evening of my father's passing
The sky was so enchanted bright
Although we were so sad and cried
It felt like a sign, he was alright
Provide with tea and coffee
We revived old memories at his bed
Laughing about his amusing statements
At midnight we said farewell and left
I will never forget my father
We miss him very much
At all times there when needed
Gone is the *grand*fatherly touch
But we still remember
His crazy jokes and twisted songs
I know, he is somewhere among us
Forever busy watching over my mum
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