Fathers Last Day

Now old and gray
Not much longer to stay
My father is dying
He says this without lying
His hard working trace
Has left an impression on his old haggard face
His hands so dry and rough
Like old sand paper they’ve had enough
Do not cry for me
Instead plant a tree
Celebrate my life
Take care of my wife
One day again we will see
As you walk in heaven with me
The angels are hovering above
Singing music with great love
Now I am ready to leave
For in my heart I do believe
God will be waiting there
Sitting upon his golden chair
As in heaven I will roam
When he welcomes me to his home

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Janet Leslie.


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