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September 18, 2007
Poem from my Da (Cue: Sniffles)
For My Daughter
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.
When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.
- David Ignatow
Posted by Bree at September 18, 2007 09:27 PM