Sixty-five years ago today
My father died, he passed away
We did not know if we’d survive
How would we keep ourselves alive ?
It wasn’t easy I’ll tell you
But we were strong and made it through
It’s true to say that I’m the last
With memories of that sad past !
Such feelings one can never share
Perhaps you know if you’ve been there
So long ago it’s like a dream
That wakens with a silent scream !
He missed it all, the laughs and sighs
The joyous days, the sad goodbyes
How many times I’ve wished you here
My heart still aches for Daddy dear !
Claire V. Bogdanos 