Thank you for killing my pain.
And for loving me as you love your best self.
A father in a room full of birds.
Even our nation started with four of them.
Some like shooting stars.
Bright when they fly across the sky but they only exist for a little while.
Beautiful souls trying to find their way in life.
Like a father watching over his children, he endured.
As for me, he made me want to live my life.
Suzie Sateri
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