When the stars are bright,
I think of how your smile
looked.
When I see the face on the moon,
I think of all the fun we had
together.
When I see figures in the clouds,
I think of all the times we
went fishing together.
Everynight at 12:00am I think of you
getting up for work so we
have food and a roof over our head.
Every afternoon around 1:30pm I'm
wishing you home again,Daddy.
Reason for writing:
My dad past away In 1997 That's when I wrote this poem.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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