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Dear Dad,
Why is it that I can hear your laugh
In the back of my head
On days where I can barely smile?
On days where all I want to do
Is shut the world out.
And dwell in self pity.
I hear your laugh in moments
Where I feel lost
Like a child at the fair.
You bring me comfort
When I find you hiding
In the vault's of my memory banks.
Counting my blessings
Like silver dollars.
I guess you could say
You are still here
On days where
I need someone to remind me
Life is Beautiful,
So why not laugh.
Published 21st Dec 2013
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21st Dec 2013 3:21am
this is such a wonderful poem. I can really appreciate the sentiment too because I feel the same way about my parents. They taught me that there is always something to smile about, even on the worst day.
15th Jan 2014 11:33pm
It is indeed a wonderful poem, full of love and trust. Not everyone has or had parents like that, you're lucky.
