[linda1123]

I may not remember you
For I was very small
My adopted mother took me
So you did not see much of me at all

I was your little miracle
You were my very own
Yet you did not see me
Or hold me when I called
Yet I am proud Dad
That I now have my chance

I never got to play with you
For I was far away
In a home I often puzzles
Why am I just this way

When I finally found you
You were so happy and gay
We talked and talked
Until I had an idea
Of the strength in me you gave

So I want to thank you Dad
I know God will let us meet
Please stay well
I know you can make it
Life can sure be neat.

Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet

Written for my birth father, James Stallery, who died, taking my heart with him, June 4,2006.