Better Late...

by Christy Trenholm Schmall   Mar 19, 2006


Cold crisp October day
we put you in the ground
yet still, I looked for you
a gentle dark haired lady
was your messenger
she told me what I always
needed to hear
How you loved me and
talked about me
how you were so proud
that I was just like you
Very late again Dad
I could always count on you
not to be able
to count on you
I guess that's stability

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