There are moments,
I forget your not here,
It all seems unreal now,
There are many things,
I long to share.
Like a walk in the park,
To talk with you,
To see the sun come shining through.
To laugh once again,
At your silly jokes,
That twinkle in your eye,
Every time you spoke.
I long to pick up the telephone,
To hear you again,
Your spirits aglow.
I hold onto your picture,
With such love and care,
My friend,
My Dad,
I so wish you were here.
Jayne Louise Davies
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