My eye tears up,
I Start to cry, As my father whispers,
his final goodbye.
My Mom is holding me back, stroking my head,
as my father lays on his deathbed.
Im bawling by now, and everyone knows,
My love for my dad, clearly shows.
illness is bad, death is worse.
It will happen to all of us,
its a never ending curse.
My dad closes his eyes falling into heaven,
before i can count to eleven.
He is gone and i miss him so.
Why, oh why, did he have to go?
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Nmf & Nmq