Daddy Dearest
by Connie R. Smith

It was on a cold winters day,
that God along and took you away.
As God extended His arms out to you,
you quickly grabbed on, for that was
all that you could do.

You had so many restless nights,
as you rapidly grew more ill.
God softly whispered in your ear,
"The time has come to end your fight.

You managed to keep up your humor,
altho' you were in such pain.
"Oh" how you suffered in silence,
never once did you complain.

So Daddy,
Now that you are an angel above,
Please always keep us safe,
and continue to guide us,
with your everlasting love.

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