• John Derossett
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My Dad – A poem Written by John Derossett

I miss you much,The memories are my only companion,I did not become what you wanted me to be,I regret, as I clasp my hands to grieve As the hopelessness eats away,I clasp my hands and pray,I hope to see you once again,But I am still here. I think about it every night,I am not a saint,nor even good,Dearly departed The anguish of loss tortures me,I wish I would have called sooner,Your memories wash away my tears,But my life now is without humor. The anguish tortures,It leaves a heavy heart,I should have realized sooner,That at some point we would part. I remember best, the…