July 3rd
By
Lisa A.Williams
Goodbye dad-
remembering this day
twenty-eight years
now.
Granddaughters
you never got to see
grow
into the beautiful
women they have become.
I see traces of you
in their smiles,
in their humor
and fair skin-
sun kisses, sometimes burns.
sun kisses, sometimes burns.
I miss you , always
thinking of you
resting by the river
of your genesis.
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