In April of 2015 my dad passed away,
Christmas will be a hard holiday.
This year has been so hard,
with cancer my dad had gone so very far.
We grieve and never get over the loss of a loved one,
it's harder when we watch them until their final day is done.
I wish so very much to hear his voice again,
I know he's looking down from heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poignant write, Karen Blessings