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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

To my daughters three…
I’ve missed so much not watching you grow
turning into people
…that I never really know?
becoming individuals searching for their dream
being lost in places that I have never seen.
Never knowing what your thinking…?
or why you think that way?
not really knowing if you believe in God?
or what religion has to say?
So many small things
that seem to wonder through my mind…
if there is someone you love?
or is love for you still blind?
if the morning sun is welcomed?
or scorned for all it’s worth?
is Life for you still wonderful?
as the day your Mum gave birth? 
I have truly missed so very much
it must have seemed I did not care?
now the consequence of all I missed
has become the cross I bare.
I never meant to miss all that life gave you
or all that life took away…
i have prayed so hard for forgiveness
but God wasn’t at home on those days.
We have spoken many times about “those days”
but I always felt something was amiss?
now i know it's because i still remember
...your love is all that i miss.

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