A Goodbye

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Tears stain the casket
That holds the man he loves
Torn from his hands
Towards death he was shoved
Because of the uniform he wore
And the oath that he swore
A son’s heart breaks
Etched in mind’s still frame
His father’s life is a memory
No words to heal the pain
But son, may you know the presence of your father’s love
He’s not here to hold but he reaches for you from above!

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