(picture) W riting about others is Addicting - depicting their characters as I view and listen. Dad’s writing wasn’t complete When he was forced to die. There were more people He wanted to paint in writing— For he wanted to tell All—that hope indeed exists In all our lives. And yet his was taken— As he was making So much from Life Placing value on values Which can perplex The Greedy Who actually have less and are more needy, which was his son. Dad wasn’t done And he let all see He wasn’t finished. I only wish My dad, who Was God’s Cop. Can plant or prop Me – my life As I live His legacy of Peace and Love of which he had been supplied from Above; for all Truth be known This World is a hard place for Peace and Love to be sown. Yet now I’m missing the person who brought me to where I am now— My dad, and how He could teach—encourage and his courage was immense in Life. His Comments meant much to me, for he fre...
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