OLD SALT

And Old Glory

By Margaret BrennanPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

OLD SALT

And Old Glory

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I went to visit Dad today.

He never said a word.

The pounding of my breaking heart

Was the only sound I heard.

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Does he hear me when I tell him

That I miss him oh! so much?

Every day’s a silent torment

Without my father’s touch.

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I miss the way he used to smile

At the silly things I’d say.

I’m here now with my memories

Ever since he went away.

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So, yes, here I am at Dad’s place

Tl tell him I still care –

And standing near his Marker,

Old Glory’s waving there.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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