Visits From My Father
It's been nine months since my dad passed away,
and his memory visits me often each day.
He comes to mind in the oddest of ways,
arriving suddenly for generally brief stays.
Often, I'm doing something he taught me to do;
other times, I simply don't have a clue.
But each time he visits, the outcome's the same-
I'm peaceful and happy and glad that he came.
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