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Been five years, Dad hope rest in peace,
endless table hope you do feast.
Table of love encircles Earth
and with all souls you’ve endless mirth.

I think of you most every day,
in fact new line I like to say,
“What would Mom do, how would Dad think?”
these two guidelines acts, thoughts do link

You weren’t perfect, all’ve feet of clay
now side by side you and Mom lay.
Eternal souls? I do know not,
but I do know great dad I got.