My Father Poem by Gary Alton Waltemire

My Father



My father would surely think I'm blessed,
And these tears of joy are for him.
I sometimes think I can feel
His grace and grin; "I confess";
As I feel his presence and fondly remember him!

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: father,remember,sometimes,tears
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