Father dying so I could be free
Pain endured through war and misery
Tears overflowing we embrace in the dance of life
Contemplating the inequity of his life of strife
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The highest form of flattery is when an highly esteemed poet says that she/he wishes they had written my poem. You've really made my day, LeeAnn!
extremely nice poem dear Richard.
So very greatly appreciated, Poet Dash!