The Glue

He kept us together

we could talk to him,

I’ve needed him now

I needed him then.

This cruel disease

it stole him from me,

for so many years

strict as can be.

The drinking could hurt

it caused Mom to cry,

but we still loved him

why God why him?

Good Dad he was

we still need him,

though he’s still here

the disease has claimed him.

 

 

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