"I thought it was you"
By: Pamela V. Bolencis
I can feel your presence but hanging on the air,
And I notice you're always touching my bouncy hair,
When I'm going to close my eyes you're still whispering in my ears,
I'm talking to you without any fears.
Little tiny fingers grasping a hand,
I just received such precious gift to be had.
Sitting, singing while acting in the bench never feel so sad.
One-day I'm with you my loving truly dad.
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