To my dad.God rest his soul 2000
Cry for me my father's son
teach me how to have some fun
forests gems and living things
hear the angel as she sings.
It won't be long we will soon be as one
to dream to love to see the sun
for in my eyes you do compare
to the loveliest dreams we will now share.
And as I see you as a ghost
a spirit here a man,my host
you will come now you will prepare
that's why I dream,and often stare
into your eyes Into our prayer
Of you my Father's son....
This was the very first poem I wrote, Dedicated to my dad who sadly passed away, it was published in an anthology on Poets.com, I was thrilled because that's when I realized that I could write and have been ever since...