FIRST POEM

MY DAD

Last night I felt alone and sad;

I begged my God to see my Dad;

I turned my head and looked at him;

A holy voice pronounced my name;

He was so real I felt to scream;

I was so glad to see my Dad;

I ran to him and held his hands

“ I`d like to die” I said to him

“ It isn’t time you come with me;

You have to choose the lovely world”

He said these words and went away

And now I know I`m not alone

Because I feel my Dad with me.

By Francisca Chavez Montero

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