A father loves his birthday child
Remembering all the joyful smiles
Saddened by the distance, not only by miles
Thinking and struggling all day
To find the right words to say
Time slips into night, it's now past her birthday
With that known, his heart sinks
While writing a poem with weak ink
Wishing he could just call and say,
I love you Bink Bink.
by John Lee
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Author:
John Lee (
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- Category: Sad
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