A Harley's roar,
the scent of fall,
a vision in my mind,
a presence in my heart,
the cajun tastes of Dixie.
All keep you alive and with me.
I miss your counsel,
I so need a hug,
from arms strong,
tattooed with love.
I just have one wish
that you were here to comfort me.
I miss you Dad!
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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