Moments in time, so precious to hold,
Effortlessly they fade each day.
Maybe, it's just a sign of getting old?
Originally, that is what I prayed.
Registering in my heart, what I was being told
You cannot prepare yourself for a Father slipping away.
Copyright © juaneco torrente | Year Posted 2013
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