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His loss hurts.
My heart is still bleeding;
stabbing knife, his memory.

I miss his warm hug
the shelter to turn to.

I miss his bright smile
his gentle, teasing eyes.

I miss his strong hand
guiding me through rough waters.

I miss our long, witty conversations,
his wisdom and knowledge.

A loving man.
A prince at heart.

I miss him.



Happy Father’s Day.

My father passed away in 2005 but the wound is still open and I know it will never heal.

© Ann Marie Zagorianos.