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Superman

His leaving hurt my soul, I am not the same man, Not quite whole, I never thought he could pass away, But it is the truth I see, He’s in the coffin where I see him lay, My superman could never be beat, My hero to say the least, Galvanized for action, would never accept defeat. My eyes don’t lie I can see he is dead, But I can’t believe it, I’m tough, I’m strong, he always said, But old man time caught up with Dad, His body let him down, I’m happy but I should be mad, That God decided to take Pop, I’m going to the cemetery as soon as I can, To see if the ground, Still has my old man.

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Line Gauthier

Date: 7/7/2018 7:06:00 PM

A touching poem, Timothy. Lovely.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 7/9/2018 5:45:00 PM

Thank you. I miss my Dad. I'm 62 now but his passing still hurts.

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 5/24/2018 9:30:00 PM

An awesome write Timothy; it does seem surreal when a loved one passes away and you have to check the gravesite to see if it really happened...I can relate! So sorry about the loss of your Dad; he sounds like he was a pretty tough guy! (Like Superman!)~Che :)

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/25/2018 1:36:00 AM

Thank you. He was a tough guy. Born during the grest depression . WWll vet, He had no fear, was honest and had integrity. I miss him.