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Through my Father's eyes

In my father's eyes I was someone
special, treasured, his princess
he expected from me just me
no more, no less

Before my father's eyes I grew
from small baby girl
to young woman
so fast the wind of time blew

Through my father's eyes
I could literally fly
do anything I set my mind to
even set the world alight

by my fathers eyes
I was never judged
accepted for who I am
though now jaded years later

I wonder how I would be viewed
now through my father's eyes
for now he is not of this earth
and I can no longer disguise

through my father's eyes
I was lucky enough to see the world
through my father's now sightless eyes
builds a web of trouble and a myriad of lies.....

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I enjoyed this for it's quiet past memories juxtaposed with painful present truths.

Good rhythm, great impact. Keep writing.

Respectfully, Race

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