Winding Road"
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"The Long and Winding Road" |
 by Marg Everett
Somewhere in there, is my dad. He lives in a constant state of confusion, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He tries to tell me something but can't remember the words, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He sits quietly and looks puzzled and sad, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He gets mixed up and wanders away, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He asks for his mother, who died long ago, Somewhere in there, is my dad. His brain is a twisted, tangled web, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He doesn't remember that he ate his lunch, Somewhere in there, is my dad. He tells me he loves me and gives me a kiss, Ahh there he is,  there's my dad.
Marg's husband, Steve, sent me this poem,
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