Dear Father, long gone,
quietly aching a wrong,
an air of melancholy
a memory now free,
a refrain you taught me
upon a saddened knee,
for that was HaShoah,
the age of Holocaust,
a dirge of family loss
It's time anew, another start,
and I wish that you may
find peace within your heart,
Happy Father's Day
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