You are the rock in which I stand,
The thought when I am gone...
Man so many poems
So much truth yet...
Oh! it indeed is a beautiful day
Stars are twinkling bright in the sky...
Poppies swaying in the breeze
remembering all the people gone...
Who could I turn to,
Next to God, but you...
Freedom is not free
Is it not easy to see...
A special day
Shared by two souls...
DADDY
WHO ARE YOU...
This is for you,
My one true tattoo...
Its the end of the year,
were we come out with tears...
The earth has circled the sun once more,
For the sixteenth time in your life...
Every November
We pause to remember...