Pages in my 9 x 12 Strathmore Mixed Media Journal
He has slipped the surly bonds of earth
And now dances in the skies
with his loves arms about him once again;
Sunward they climb in the tumbling mirth
They have done a hundred things
In a life full of love that you could have only dreamed of.
Things will never be the same
And all though it hurts so bad
We will smile whenever we hear your name
And be proud you were our Dad.
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