I'm having to write this from so far away,
but I'm not sure how you would receive it.
Because where you are, it can't be mailed,
but somehow, I know you will read it.
It's been 18 long years since you went away,
too long for a daughter to be blue.
That's the way I feel from time to time,
especially when I'm thinking about you.
Are there roses growing in Heaven, Daddy?
And sunshine to brighten your days?
Are your streets there paved with pure gold,
that sparkle with the light of the sun's rays?
I know you are no longer suffering with pain,
and Jesus wiped away all your tears.
You've always been a brave man, to me Daddy,
but I know Jesus took away all your fears.
Well, I better go for now, so much to do,
I love and miss you with all my heart.
Take care of yourself till I see you again,
and we can make a brand new start.
P.S. Pick a rose for me!!
This is a poem I wrote a few
My father died July 2nd 1981.
I was just 18 years old.
If you have one that
you would like to share with the world..
please .. .. me to day !!! THANKS!
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