Dad
I love my Dad although he's dead.
That matters not, he's in my head.
The things he said.
I seemed to grab his full attention.
From the moment of conception.
Perhaps because I almost died.
Along with mother, while still inside.
Could it be because of me
being such a little cutie?
We share so many common traits.
Music...wit..was it just fate?
I feel him with me, vibrations strong.
Encouraging, enabling, leading me on.
To be the best that I can be.
Not held back, set free.
I am so blessed to come from you.
Thank you Dad, I love you too.x
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