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God has taken you
away
by Biographywriter
Dad. .When I was little
You used to
take me
For walks in the park
Oh! How I loved those walks
We used
to stop for ice cream
And then we’d sit on the bench
When we finished
our ice cream
You used to take a small ball
From the pocket of your
coat
And you and I would play catch
Then again we would sit on the
bench
And you would tell me stories
Some would make me laugh
While
others made me cry
Days passed too quickly
And I grew into a
woman
That’s when you started growing old
I often look back
To
those wonderful days
Days of long ago
When you and I were
young
When I saw you growing old
I grew a bit afraid
For I knew the
day
Was drawing near
When I would have you no more
I’m glad I made
the time to be with you
If for just a few minutes a day
For those memories
will last forever
Now that God has taken you home to stay
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