My Father

Contributor: John A Miller

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My father in heaven looking down on his son.
I hope you’re proud of the man I’ve become.
How come it’s so fresh when it’s been four years?
I think of you often as I stand here in tears.
I miss you so much for this day was your last.
Where has the time gone, it moved so fast.
When we’re together I know I’ll be glad.
I was your son and was proud to call you my dad.


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I like to write fiction novels and short stories and dabble in poetry when the mood strikes me.