His absence weighs upon my heavy heart,
Memories dance in shadows of the past,
I seek his guidance, though we're torn apart,
In every echo of a love that lasts.
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Memories dance in shadows of the past,
A bond unbroken by the hands of time,
In every echo of a love that lasts,
His spirit lingers, eternally sublime.
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A bond unbroken by the hands of time,
Though tears may fall like rain upon my face,
His spirit lingers, eternally sublime,
In dreams, his laughter fills the empty space.
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Though tears may fall like rain upon my face,
I seek his guidance, though we're torn apart,
In dreams, his laughter fills the empty space,
His absence weighs upon my heavy heart!
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Daddy, there's no day that I miss you!
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Christian Bass
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I felt powerful emotions while reading your poem. It is hard for anyone who loses a parent, and your poem represents love and loss in a very descriptive way.
Oh, me too. What a wonderful expression of love and loss