Missing Father
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The bench where we sat and talked is still there,
and when I am missing you I go sit to weep;
"take care of my dad, God," is my prayer,
for he has left for his eternal sleep.
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Missing Father
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-857-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Excerpt from my poem, Remembering Father
Submitted to the contest, Arbitrium Divisa 5,
Sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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