He looks like dad, when he sleeps.
He looks like he could wake up and be my dad.
Sometimes I watch him nap in his chair and pretend.
I pretend he’ll wake up and talk to me, like he used too.
I smile, thinking of him waking up as his old self.
Then tears run warm down a hopeful face.And I miss my dad.
But I keep watching him sleep,
and pretend he will wake up his old self.
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