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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