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Finding Dad
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Finding Dad |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
How could the world keep turning now that I know you are gone? The sun still rose the birds still sing I still breathe... ...how can that be possible? This isnt how its supposed to be... ...me sitting here in the hot sun... you...there...are you cold? The flowers are already wilting I dont know why I even bought them I hope you dont mind that I shared with your...neighbors? They seemed lonely too. You didnt have to... to die all alone I would have been there if only Id have known. Id have found a way. The starkness, the reality Row after row of white headstones So many...took me forever to find you. I didnt think I had any tears left But seeing your name brought me to my knees and all the questions I wanted to ask came spilling out dripping with the tears down my face Why? What did I do? Didnt you love me? Didnt you want me? I will never know now. Still I sit in the hot sun still I look at this white headstone one among thousands but the only one that hurts I love you Daddy. I will sit with you again soon. Even as the flowers wilt and the sun fades. I love you Daddy. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Such ache and love - - - a wonderful piece, my friend j. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
So sad to read and embrace, yet, bittersweet melody from a heart that knows loss. Sending thoughts and prayers. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
this is a so big mistery, death take us apart, but we stay with flowers and birds, alone, to mediatte how deep is out love, and your pome is very sensitive and lobing, thanks for sharing, yann |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Heart wrenching but conveyed quite well. I enjoyed the read |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
The realisation that life, in all its forms, goes on: is a thought for all who grieve. so many questions and so few answers. x |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing of things of family and heart...James |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The doings and the happenings of man is sometimes cloaked in life's mysteries. I certainty felt your hurt. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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