Forty seven years in the making
A bond of father and daughter
My heart succombs to tender breaking
Reminiscing his love, his laughter
As the months grew to years
And both our heads sprouted grey
What was once an unheeded fear
Is now reality on a cold autumn day
I miss you and love you, father
I pray that you are happy in the hereafter
One day we shall again meet each other
And rekindle our love in laughter
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