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My dearest, sweet Daddy
I wish Australia wasn't so far away!
I can't just "pop over" to say hello
England is on the other side of the world
For one thing there's the cost
If the subject of money wasn't an issue
I'd be winging my way to you now!
When you told me you had Alzheimer's
I died a little that day
And what scares me so much, Daddy
Is when you won't know who I am
There are so many precious memories
That I hold in my treasure chest
Like the time you placed me
And my brother Scott
In a wired waste bin in Camperdown Park!
The reason for this strange action?
To make an unusual photograph
It certainly was funny
We peered at you through diamond shaped slats
Set against a brilliant smooth blanket of snow
I remember clinging on to your strong back
As I faced my fear of the swimming pool
You were my tower of strength, my refuge
As the water began to encompass me
And when the terror of the gasmask
Consumed me at the Dentist's Office
You went in first, to assuage my panic
There was no need for your check up
Then years later, when my appendix was removed
And the phobia gripped my very soul
You came to the anaesthetic room
Calming and soothing me as I drifted off
The clever things you made with your hands
The doll's house, ambulance and gurney
And the bust of Winston Churchill and car
Both fashioned completely out of sand!
Not forgetting the giant Queen of Hearts A-Board
And the washing machine hat 
With "Brain washing" written on the top!
I cherished your words of wisdom
And you wiped away my tears
When I grieved for my husband 
Also in the throws of Alzheimer's
Can you wipe away my tears now, Daddy
As I pen these words to you?
I need another of your cozy cuddles
And some more words of wisdom
I love you ever so much
And I need to save up all my pennies
To wing my way back to you
Before you forget who I am...
Your loving daughter, Diane
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