He stood there with hope, dreams and visions for his life.
He stood so tall and straight
Waiting for his life to unfold
Little did he know what was before him
The walk of despair, hardship and pain.
He came back from Hell
He made a new life
His daughters made him smile.
She now gazes down at the picture with part of her life behind
her.
A tear forms on her cheek, because she
wishes she had known his secret anguish,
his hopes
and dreams for his life.
Frances Owens dedicated to her Dad
June 18, 2004
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