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This page is dedicated to my father.
Gary Lane Potter July 7,1938~October 25, 1995
An industrial painter in life, in the after life a painter of Rainbows.
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My Daddy's Eyes!
It rained the day you went away.
I was happy to see the rain.
I knew that when it stopped and those clouds parted,
I would see your job had started.
So when my heart aches for you and I wonder why it is you had to die,
I'll just look for your rainbow painted in the sky.
I miss you dad, it seems so strange.
We spent alot of time apart you and I.
I can't quite understand why I didnt realize that until now.
I miss you so damn much except this time it may be a long time
before I will see your beautiful blue eyes again.
I can only take comfort in knowing that someday
I will follow the beautiful path you have painted
to be once again held in my daddy's eyes.
I think it is very important to keep the spirit of my wonderful father
alive in the hearts and minds of our children.
My son "Boomer" to his Papa~Tim is only three,
and although his Papa is free from pain,
the only way he will truly remember him is through me.
Another day willl not go by in my life when I am not reminded of that.
He will know that his Papa loved him and even though Lane may not remember in a physical sense,
he will always be reminded that he loved him too.
I Love You Dad!!!!
*Jules*
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God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be.
So he closed his arms around you,
and whispered, "come to me".
You didn't deserve what you went
through and so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
he only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping
so peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back to
suffer that again
*Unknown*
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,
Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,
And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --
But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!
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