Nine years ago to this very day,
When ghosts and ghouls come out to play,
A family remembers,
Father, son, and husband.
Steven G. Davis,
Has passed away,
Nine years ago,
Halloween day.
A wonderful man,
Helped as much as one can,
Fighting poverty and pain,
Letting teens in Cambridge find a way,
A big part of The Work Force.
Was a father to two children of his very own,
He left a four-year-old daughter and a one-year-old son,
But what is said is said and what is done is done,
He suffered a year of an eerie evil; depression.
I think of my Father, how I'll never see his face,
How I can never say 'Daddy' and mean it the same,
I don't remember much,
But I do hang on,
I remember more than my brother, his son.
So just think a little, when you go to play,
When you dress up on this Halloween day,
How nine years ago the world lost a very special man,
And though you've never met him, and you never will,
Think just a moment as much as you can,
Halloween isn't the same for me as for you,
I only wish to say 'Hey Daddy! BOO!'
Please just think a little, I have a few dim memories of my father, maybe I'll scan a picture into the computer, but I had to share that with somebody, I chose my forum friends.
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