How can I welcome Spring without regret?
This time of new-found hope for life's rebirth
When every daffodil exhumes my debt
to you whose genes have placed me on this earth.
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Beautifully written, Dan This poem spoke to another son. My father suffered several strokes from age 55 until he died at62. Thanks.
A poignant tribute. He would be so proud of you...10