A poem about the last time I got to see my father before he passed.
As I walk up to the room
The air around me fills with gloom
My heart beats from my chest
There is not time to sit or rest
And as he lays in that bed
A rush of pain fills my head
I sit down to take his hand
Describing the scene of God’s golden land
Though the tears roll down mt face
I know he will be in a better place
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