When It's That Time Poem by Audrey Heller

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida

When It's That Time



Whenever it's time for your birthday,
automatically, I start to feel blue. I
wish you were still here with me, so we
can celebrate like we used to do. My
thoughts are always with you, readilly
I admit. It's been so many years, but I
can't get over it. In my mind, I can
picture you, just the way you were.
That's the way, it will always be. I
never can forget you, for you were and
still are, a part of me. When holidays
approach, I feel empty, thinking of all
the great times we had. But what can I
do, but just think about you, my one and
only, Dad!

Sunday, September 28, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday,dad
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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida
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