I long for the sweet times
when a family sat together
as daddy talked of past.
The times flew away so fast
as love faded as mist
that the tales came to a halt.
I see the times we swarm
on a family day out
when the love was stiff.
Where are the moments we prayed
the times dad hugged mom
when I held their arms
times they wished me a good night.
Such moments.
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