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To My Dearest Father:

I hate the pain I feel
Since the Death card was the deal
Fatherís gone, we miss him so
But it is so hard just to let go
I miss my Dad, I truly do
The wounds I have, they just wonít sew
I try to see him, almost every day
But the more I visit I feel torn away
Itís been over a fortnight, the pain is vast
As I try to think of memories of the past
Some were bad but some were grand
And Dad was always there to lend a hand
I hope that he is in a better place
And take away the pain you saw on his face
For I believe that there is more to this world
And that my Dad will watch the heavenís unfold

© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I