May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014
He went away,
on a beautiful spring day,
not a cloud in the sky,
and I often wonder why,
the weather was so nice and dry,
with the flowers all in bloom,
and the birds singing their
cheerful tune,
You see the cancer had invaded
his lungs and brain,
his vocal chords were paralyzed,
it should have rained...
Yes, it should have been raining,
and cloudy and gray,
the day Dad left us,
and passed away.
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