An old man's breath
as soft as the breeze,
Could any more wisdom,
ever pass through the trees?
Sorrow for us
tho' for you we rejoice
Remembering always
Your fatherly voice.
Papa left us April 10th 1996. He was looking forward to it. He was 86.
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