Smiled and bit my lip
Then closed my eyes to dream
My father came to mind
He left this world much to soon
Never knowing his grandchildren
He missed so much joy and laughter
I try to live his dream for him now
To tell him I loved him seemed childish then
Because he was so strong and masculine
God, I love and miss that man
And hope I can be just half what he was
My model, my pattern, my hope and always
My guide to Dream the Dream of Angels
My Dad
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