Memories of Dad
each year - a dagger plunges
I shed a sad tear and stare
memories of dad still clear
his voice whispers in my ear
gone to soon - the dagger rips
dad would not want to see gloom
as he waits beyond the moon
hush- dream of a blue lagoon
water, blue - a swan drifts by
surrounded by trees of hue
foliage drips wet with dew
now write, write for me and you
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June 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/memories of dad
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