Gently, after my Dad passed away, his spirit came into my room one day.
Grieving then and hurting bad, feeling overwhelmingly sad.
Glad to see him, just a little afraid, a glowing light in the darkness he made.
Given that I knew he was gone, I thought it a dream, but not for long.
Guess he knew I missed him so, when young girls hurt, dads usually know.
Gone then was all my hurt and fright, when he said everything would be all right.
Gratefully, I soon came to see, my Dad would always watch over me.
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