In memory of my father by Ann WoodTwenty-two long years without you, my father.
Death took us too early; you were only 48 years old.
But the evil older woman does not ask who is young and who is mature, she reaps along with her scythe.
Twenty-two long years filled with sadness and pain.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you, Dad.
If I can bring you back with my tears, Dad, then I will make an ocean of them just so I can bring you back, and I can hug you again.
I would build bridges next to the paradise gardens so that I could come and bring you home, my father.
Rest in peace, and your eternal memory, father, I miss you, and I love you very much, forever, your daughter Ann Wood.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-05-16 at 21:40
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