Margaret A. Brennan Poems

Through tear-filled eyes I asked the Lord why He too my Dad.
He was the best of fathers a girl had ever had.
God looked down with pity and I felt warmth in His smile.
I thought I felt Him hold me as He said, "Don't cry, my child."
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As the families gather all around,
Together, and yet alone,
Tears fill the eyes of all who visit
Here, in the Garden of Stone.
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I watched him work so feverishly
Digging up the sand.
Imagination was his ruler;
It had only to command.
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