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Memories Of Dad by Joan SerratelliSomeone sent me
a picture of my Dad
I looked at him
and cried
He is gone
I will never
see him again
I have memories
precious moments
I will never forget
I am part of you
You weren't there
when I was born
You were in Shul
It was a Jewish HIgh Holiday
he doctor who delivered me
was there
He told you
that the delivery went well
I was named before
my Dad saw me
My Dad was an origional,
a unique person
who worked himself into
an early grave
He lived the way he to live
He gave me so much
i would give anything
to see him
just one more time
09/15/2011
Author's Note: After I read Mo's piece on her Nana, I remembered writing this yesterday...Thanks Mo!
Posted on 09/15/2011 Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
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