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A Christmas Gift
It has been fifteen years,
Eleven months,
And twenty four days,
Since I’ve seen anything that resembles my father,
The closest that I’ve ever gotten to seeing him,
Was a picture,
He was holding me,
Smiling with me in his arms,
Like I,
Brought him joy,
He seemed truly happy.
Eleven months,
And twenty four days,
Since I’ve seen anything that resembles my father,
The closest that I’ve ever gotten to seeing him,
Was a picture,
He was holding me,
Smiling with me in his arms,
Like I,
Brought him joy,
He seemed truly happy.
Published 25th Dec 2016
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