My poor dad thinks he’s helping…
But whenever I dream with him…
Whether he’s standing behind the line watching on…
Or he is literally in my dream…
I tried putting out of my mind…
Two days later I was in bed with Bronchitis…
But sometimes, I rather not even know…
There’s nothing I can do about it…
Can’t change the outcome of the event…
I try not to let it bother me…
Let There be Peace on Earth 
Beautifully expressed thoughts,.I think dreams are good thing to let go..I hope next time you dream of your Dad ,will bring you joy and wellness.jalal
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I hope so… I’ve been dreaming with him for years and the dreams are always the same…
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Beautiful and sad, it’s a very moving poem.
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Very beautiful expression of emotions…..
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Thanks everyone… I do love to see him, but I wish he would appear in good times too…
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I can understand …. Just hope for the best sweety 🙂
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Touching and beautiful…
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Thanks to all for stopping by… Comments are always welcome…
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Thank you so much… 🙂
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