Open Poetry #48 |
father, please forgive |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I brought her that day with my bloody hands onto a bloody set of socks that dropped like the sand filled castles as the sea came to mop them away Why didn't you leave her that day before the children sat in the world of chaos where her little hands never stopped to keep the car from turning that corner and swerving towards her She was so young so quiet in the way her mouth moved and I think she's panting a bit too hard I think her neck might seem a bit pinched and the purple on her cheeks a bit too soft Maybe its time I lose a piece of this time maybe the heart isn't meant for a child's loss but I have blood on my hand and now its hard for me to see her I can't seem to hug her, I can't seem to find those sweet cheeks to squeeze until a little girls dangling legs from my lap lost their ability to swing On a fateful Saturday day where she was lost from the open sea she was still with me But she wasn't mad she wasn't asking time to let her back in but her heart told my set of eyes that in order to live, you most forgive and if I do, If I give my head one more break I'll say, Father, I have lost her. |
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Duck1946 Member
since 2011-05-16
Posts 84Nebraska |
"in order to live you must forgive." How true. |
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