My Dad

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A little poem about my Dad.

Submitted: July 16, 2019

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Submitted: July 16, 2019



My Dad 



My Dad was funny 

My Dad was big

He loved nothing better 

Than to do a little jig.


No hair to be seen 

But a smile to compensate 

A very friendly gentleman 

Who had a sad fate.


My Dad was ill

Lung cancer, to blame 

Not one whimper 

Did this gentleman make.


No strength to be seen 

As the unwelcome guest took hold,

Took hold of him 

Took hold of me.


For eight months I watched,

I prayed 

For a miracle cure

But none came knocking at his door.


So sadly he left 

one February morn

An empty shell left 

that he once worn.


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