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A poem recalling a loving Dad
I smiled and said, “Good Morning!”
To this date that made me sad
It’s six years since we lost him
The man I called my Dad
The only Dad I wished I had
Even when I made him mad
As proud a man I knew in life
Raised great kids and loved his wife
Fought his way through countless fights
As tough a man could be
As I flip the pictures in our family book
Most of them my sister took
I touch the man who loved me so
Till his last day he told me so
So on this cool November morn
I’ll ask my Mom of the day I was born
What were his words when he first saw me
So I may add to his memory.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #287)
