Sickness Poem

My father is ill
And fading away
Still here for a while
And a few more days
I'm grateful he's here
Not a moment to spare
I love him so much
For him I care
I'm wishing he stays to see me wed
And see my first baby in its tiny bed
Him being gone I could not handle
Every night I would light him a beautiful candle
If he was to go
I'm happy to know
To fly away he would spread his wings
And listen as his guardian angel sings
I'll be happy to know he's in a better place
Even though I'll never forget his lovely face
A great father he is
No daddy is better
No one will ever be
No matter whoever
He is also very handsome
With his baby blue eyes
And his jet-black hair
It makes me cry
He has so many tubes and liquids to gain
I wish he would just go
And feel no more pain
In a way, I want him to stay
And hear him say,
' My sweet little daughter it will be okay'
If God wants him free
I'll need one last touch
He'll be in a better place
And I will miss him very much
My Father by Lizzette Cambron @FamilyFriendPoems

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