Miss You Papa

January 26, 2011
When I cried,
You'd wipe away my tears.

When I was Frightened
you'd hold my hand tight.

That hand as steady as God's,
A smile as luminous as a diamond,

That kindness overflowing
That love that cradled our family.

But a kiss on the forehead,
Is what I miss the most

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