Last night I dreamt I went back into your arms again.
You beckoned me like a long lost friend.
We drifted away with nary a sound.
Family that had once been gone were now all around.
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See all Fathers are not bad...not according to you anyhow! Of course the father that you speak of lets millions of his children suffer in the most horrible ways every day until they finally die and pass away so when you think of things like that Father waiting doesn't sound as good does it?
way to heaven, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
I know I will see you again at the pearly gates. For now I am bound to spread the message – The Father awaits. Wonderful!