| Conversation in Thought
Posted: 7/4/2004 2:03:20 AM | I wish you would talk to me.
Sometimes I think you don't see me or hear me.
I come to see you as often as I can.
I think about you frequently.
So many moments in my life have passed
that I wish you would have been a part of.
I miss hearing your voice.
Remember the times you would take
me to your ball games?
The times when you would comfort me and
play with me on the porch?
We can't do things together anymore, can we?
Why?
Because you left me to grow on my own.
I'll still come to visit with you;
sit down and just talk for awhile, you know.....
By the way, I noticed you had company
the other day.
How do I know?
There were flowers on your grave.
I miss you Dad. | |
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