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Mar 2015
Just like that, stolen from me
Time, the elusive criminal
The glimmer in your emerald eyes
Stood still that day
Once brimming with tear filled pride
My heart is now ripped into 2 pieces
Yet cushioned by the memories
Of the way you loved me
And it swells with the way
That I still love you
Our Sunday songs crash into me
Fill my yearning soul
And oh we would dance
My feet upon yours
Your stories of the big beautiful world
It was hard to believe there was anything more beautiful than the world you built for me
With your weathered, strong hands
Hardened by ambition
But not soft like your heart
The missing is deep now.
Material reminders may be out of sight
But you my sweet father, will never be out of mind
Dedicated to my late father Harris 1959-2015
Saraistone
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Saraistone  calgary
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