Good Night, Dad
I spend days, upon days
Talking to you Dad,
I hope you know
About the days, I've had.
I don't talk to you
As much as I should,
Just know that I miss you
I'd like to see you, if I only could.
I still think of the chats
Many good ones, we did have,
It's time for me to go to sleep now
Good night, I love you Dad.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.26/2007
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