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To Feel the Love
When I was little
I used to dream a lot –
a lot about my dad.
I would feel the rustle
of his house slippers (as
he walked to my room)-
in the middle of the night,
just checking to make sure
I’m alright.
But then I would wake up
to hear the whiff of bacon
calling
my name.
I never knew my father –
only what I know from my dreams
(and even those I know are not real).
I do have a dad –
for a family does not need
blood
to feel the love.
Love is a state of mind –
a way of life.
I have a dad –
we
Do Not
need
blood to feel the love.
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