A Tribute To My Father

A TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER Frank Rollin Gillihan 1919-1967 (US Navy 1941-1944) April is the cruelest month, Like the great poet said. It was on a first of April That I found my father dead. His blood had flowed across the floor, I saw as I entered the apartment door, And it was then I knew for sure, Sometimes a person just can take no more. Not with a whimper but a bang. April is the cruelest month, The great poet said so. That April still tears at my heart, Though so many years ago. He gave his life in the war, He laid it down, there was no more. And mom said when he was home at the door, She knew he was not the same as before. Twenty years after the guns were silent another shot rang out. Wounded Healer Submitted 8/24/09 Written 9/2/08