I yearn for your shoulder to cry on,
A much needed hand to hold,
For when I felt down, you were always around,
A Dad with a heart made of gold.
I so miss our long conversations,
Your smiling face, there at the door,
Those words that you'd say, Oh, You'll be ok!
I'd love you to say them once more.
Your memory forever surrounds me,
For you are my strength through each day,
In my dreams, I may see you again for a while,
And you'll smile in the same old way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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