As I Sit Here
As I sit here,
on this cold night.
Once again, I find myself
missing you,
and holding you close
in my heart, Daddy dear.
As I look upon this picture,
I search your tired,
and weathered face.
Counting each line and knowing,
memories of love are stored there.
Each one is like a written page,
that tells the story
of your life.
Copyright©2007 Carla Faye Cox
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