MY DAD

      I see a face, a face of hope. I was there at the Baptist Health Medical Hospital. When God heard his cry from above, he sent us to share the pain with a trusted soul. He must know. As time went on he made it through thick and thin. Those days are some to be remembered and some to be left behind. Now they're a part of my life, as father and daughter. You will always be near and your many words of wisdom have come home to nest.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on Nov.7-18th 2002 when my father was in the hospital diagnosed with burrhole drainage to hemotama (clot) near his brain.

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