a poem by Myrna Margaret Martin, USA

Hope is the spark that reaches for tomorrow.
With the promise, that good things can and will happen...
@2004 Myrna Martin

This was written for my Father Neil who was fighting Colon cancer.
I will always believe in Hope, and hold out for the promise of healing.
In Honor of Neil Martin, 3-13-1946 to 12-12-2004

We were meant to be loved
Faith replaces Doubt
I miss you Dad

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