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For My Daughter

When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.

When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.

by David Ignatow

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i felt what you are trying to say, but in some cases when you need your friends the most they are not there for you...but if you truly believe in helping and always being there for your friends no matter what happens.. i only wish that there were more people out there like you.... and i hope to god someday i will find such a friend.....