Father

You were big, strong and handsome

You were a poet, a sculptor, a father.

Maybe, where you have gone,

You still are.

Your heart was too big,

Even for your great frame.

One day, it burst,

And the light of the world

Grew a little dimmer.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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