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To Hannah

A quiet summer's evening; it's Father's Day, my dear--
A time I feel your spirit particularly near.
You'd be five this November... how you've grown up so fast.
And yet you're still a twinkle whose time has come and past.

I think about how different our lives would be today
If God had chosen not to take you back that fateful May.
Would you have called me daddy? Asked how the flowers grow?
Shared secrets, first steps, goodnight prayers? Alas, I'll never know.
We would have loved you dearly-- of that you can be sure.
Although we don't have much to give, you'd never have felt poor.

I wonder if your spirit was sent by God above
To fill another household with warmth and joy and love.
If you're another's daughter, I hope he treats you right
And knows how blessed he is to have you every day and night.

Wherever you are, Hannah, I hope you'll always be
Happy, loved and cherished... Love Always, Your Daddy.

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