In Memory of Kristin Kay Smith, 10/1/1986 – 12/29/2000

Dad February 27, 2010

by Kristin Smith

From the stage I look out and see all the dads
My dad is not there

I talk to my dad
He does not hear

I write my dad a letter
He does not answer

I go on a picnic
My dad does not

I win a trophy
He does not see

I call for my dad
He does not come

Why did MY dad have to die?

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