Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Dad by Paul Anthony





Dad
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If only I could share a word,
To say how it all turned out.
If only he were with me,
We’d talk. I have no doubt.

Yet I only have the memory,
Of the man who walks with God.
Yet I feel his strength, his fire, his will.
I can even see him nod.

If only I could share a word,
With that man from a special breed.
If only he knew my story,
Lord, let these words, him read.

Yet I hold the crumbled photograph,
Of the man in khaki gear.
And I know somehow he’s with me.
Yes, beside me. Right here.

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