No Replacement
The time seemed to stop
but it kept on moving,
one year after the other...
today, it is four.
I am glad that the time we had
always stays year after year,
but I wish we had more of that precious time.
I miss you, Dad!
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2023
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