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Nay Af helps fight mental illnesses and depression.

To My Dad

by Nay Af on September 30, 2011

I'm opening my presents in front of the tree, 
Dad, and I look over to your chair.
I look at the emptiness, Dad, the space, 
and become sad because you're not there.

Summer comes along with my birthday, 
Dad, and you aren't there with a big grin.
My competitions come and go, Dad, 
you aren't there to see me win.

I go into your room one day, 
Dad, and look at your empty drawers.
I go and visit you one day, Dad, 
and I see you, but the soul isn't yours.

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i loVe u DAD
:)
thanks for sahring wounderful post

19 months ago