We broughtThe clippers, Geraniums.I talked a lot. Few wordsFrom him.When weWere doneWe stood alone.He readThe namesUpon the stone.I thenLooked upTo see Dad's face.He was Like thisNo other place.Don Gardner Seekonk, MA
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