We lost him
The goodness in him
The unconditional giving
The more doing than the showing
I lost him
And I lost myself
Never a father’s daughter again
Never to be ‘spoilt bratted’ ever again
I find him
In myself and in my deeds
The principles that he sowed in my heart
The uprightness of a head held high
I find him
In the world wide network he wove for himself
In the beauty of art that he breathed till the last
In the purity of relationships that he lived and died by
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