Gary Alton Waltemire
My Father - Poem by Gary Alton Waltemire
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!
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