Every June I sing the tune of missing you
Where are you, Pop?
Over the moon?
Watching a game
Having a beer?
I wonder about that.
You’re gone
But where did you go
When you left
This place called life?
Can you give me a hint?
Drop me a feather
Paint a little picture in the clouds?
Just a little celestial wave of the hand
So I know you’re still out there.
Somewhere…
So I know
You think about me sometimes too
Just every now and then
No pressure
I’ll listen between the sighs
Real hard
For your laugh
Okay?
It’ll be our secret
Copyright 2015
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 
I like this a lot. I miss my dad too.
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Thanks Susana. It’s tough missing your dad, huh? I guess the good thing is that we can keep them in our hearts, yes?
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Always 🙂
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This is so powerful and sweet, Annie. I think I’ll go and give my dad a phone call.
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Hi Ramona,
I hope you have a nice talk with your dad. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear from you.
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Hey, Annie…
I am blessed not to know what it feels like to lose my dad, but every year I can see that each of my three sons hurt. This will be their 18th Father’s Day without him.
When I pray for their comfort, I’ll pray for yours as well… and maybe for a feather, too.
Thinking of you ❤
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I really feel for your kids – I can’t imagine not growing up with a dad. That’s got to be unspeakably difficult. Hugs to them.
Thanks for the prayers. I know he’s in a better place but I just wish I could see him every now and then, you know? ❤
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