You were my inspiration
when I was very young,
You praised me when I needed praise
told me when I was wrong.
Thunderstorms and lightning too
held for me no fear,
I was safe from everything
when I could see you near.
All your love and guidance
made me what I am today,
And yet I still cannot believe
that you have gone away.
Listening to the songs you sang
brings a teardrop to my eye,
But you were happy singing them
so why do I always cry?
I often want to talk to you
like we did not long ago,
Yet even with these passing years
oh dad, I miss you so.

by D. E. Miller

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