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My Jigsaws Missing Piece Dad? I still remember. I was just 5 when you left us. I asked every day for a week when you'd be home. I missed you, I hurt, I ached... ...But you never came home. I missed your voice Dad, your smile and your laugh. Dad? I still remember the fun that we had. Before you left, we had our one family holiday. Me, perched on your shoulder. I was invincible and happy. Carried on the shoulders of a giant. My Giant. My Dad. But Then something happened Dad. Dad? I don't know what happened. I was too young to notice, too young to understand. One day we were family, The next you were gone. Dad? Can you help me? How do I recall that jigsaw piece that happened so long ago? It's the only piece I'm missing from my old broken home. All the things that I recall during every waking hour, They're all pieces, of a part of me, they're pieces I hold dear. I close my eyes and hold you there, You're still my shield and my guide. You help me through my darkest hours, when I feel I'm most in need. Your laughter and your smile and the funny names you gave, They are all pieces of my broken jigsaw. They're my memories of you, my Dad. Dad? John Flanagan 4/1/2017
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
My Jigsaws Missing Piece
My Jigsaws Missing Piece Dad? I still remember. I was just 5 when you left us. I asked every day for a week when you'd be home. I missed you, I hurt, I ached... ...But you never came home. I missed your voice Dad, your smile and your laugh. Dad? I still remember the fun that we had. Before you left, we had our one family holiday. Me, perched on your shoulder. I was invincible and happy. Carried on the shoulders of a giant. My Giant. My Dad. But Then something happened Dad. Dad? I don't know what happened. I was too young to notice, too young to understand. One day we were family, The next you were gone. Dad? Can you help me? How do I recall that jigsaw piece that happened so long ago? It's the only piece I'm missing from my old broken home. All the things that I recall during every waking hour, They're all pieces, of a part of me, they're pieces I hold dear. I close my eyes and hold you there, You're still my shield and my guide. You help me through my darkest hours, when I feel I'm most in need. Your laughter and your smile and the funny names you gave, They are all pieces of my broken jigsaw. They're my memories of you, my Dad. Dad? John Flanagan 4/1/2017
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john-flanagan
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
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