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For Every Joy
today is a conflicting day for me ... one of pain and joy it is Christmas eve the day we know as the coming of Christ it is also the day my father died a day of mourning for me for every joy there is an intermingling of sadness i mourn all the moments lost of knowing who this man really was for the chance of sharing his life ... knowing the love of a daughter the memories of a man who could have shared his experiences with me for every joy there is an intermingling of sadness of the pride neither could put aside to know the other ... all now lost a day of reflecting what could have been and wasn't realizing how three simple words could have changed things for every joy there is a intermingling of sadness could i have changed things ... could he have changed things was it both of us that were needed to change things whichever was needed these words now are spoken ... i love you dad for every joy there is an intermingling of sadness Vote for this poem
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