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  October's Child



Come Sundays, we kneel amid gardens quiet
An array of memories, wrapped marble white
Roses and carnations, my eyes closed tight
A portrait of emotions, fringes tailored sad


A box of winters, from our Christmases past
With Silent Nights' n' days that'll last
The Jingle Bell tales, my world at half-mast
I've tucked them away, they're labeled, "My Dad"


The tears are all colored, layered the same way
Aches painted blue when sadness opts to stay
I'd step into your world for just one more day
If I could go back, giving all that I had


As time moves on, I face tomorrow's new quest
With threads of love I've wrapped my best
Rest high on the mountain, Daddy, be blessed
For my treasured winters, I'm grateful and glad

I miss you daddy

November 05, 2008


Revisited December 19, 2009

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