301 Senior Poem, First Place Sinead MacInnes, Branch #265 - Aldergrove His Little Girl I hardly remember my father He is but a single novel in the vast library of my memories It has been ten long agonizing years Since I smelled his lingering cologne dancing upon our furniture Since he wrapped his comforting arms around me and made all the pain vanish Since I tasted his home cooking, flavored with garlic and endless love I no longer can recall the sound of his voice Or what it felt like to be told I'm his sweet little girl. Some days I can't help but resent him for leaving, For choosing his country over his own daughter, But then I remind myself He knew that love could not exist without freedom just as freedom doesn't exist without sacrifice. He gave up his life not only for his country Not only for his family But for every family and every sweet little girl that would come after him And so he lives on in the smile of every cheerful child, Now and Forevermore
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