A Christmas Gift
It has been fifteen years,
Eleven months,
And twenty four days,
Since I’ve seen anything that
resembles my father,
The closest that I’ve ever gotten
to seeing him,
Was a picture,
He was holding me,
Smiling with me in his arms,
Like I,
Brought him joy,
He seemed truly happy.
Written by @LJS_Writings
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