Memory Of My Father

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I miss the way you’d tuck me in bed at night.
I miss the way you’d hug me tight.

I miss the way you’d sing a song.
And I would always sing along.

If only I could return the past.
Oh, why didn’t these good times last?

Now I scream in terror and fright cause you don’t tuck me in bed at night.

Tomorrow Your body will be in the ground.
At least I know you’re safe and sound.

In God’s hands now you will be,
I miss it when it was only you and me.

This post was submitted by Marie.

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