this is dedicated to my dad ted clark
i have to go my baby bear! his voice barely even a whisper, i cry to him not to go, to say he is sick, i beg my heart out for him not to leave i have not seen him in 4 days, he has gone to serve his country like a proud soldier he is, to help those in need, those who have lost everything, but his generosity comes at a price for when he comes home he is not my daddy just a haunted shell, i see the rage, the pain and fear, i see he relives everything, but he wont seek help he just carries on, his face is contorted he is angry again i wish i could help, something to ease his pain, he is mad at the world, mad at the men who left a war torn counrty for them to defend i love my daddy he is my hero but i cant handle his moods they scare me, like walkin on eggshells, i love my daddy an for that i hold my head high, coz im proud to be an aussie im proud to be his daughter, my daddy died and i miss him so he is with the angels and he is at peace so every year i place a rum on his grave and we march through the streets and wear his medals with pride, my daddy served for 28 years, in the australian army. my tears mingle with the memories as i miss him so much he has left a gappin hole in my heart but daddy if you read this know that i love you forever love your bear
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