My Father's Eulogy
Greater or smaller still
He removes himself from
Lives less our greater than his
There is no competition, no judgement
Loss is loss
The weathered recliner that sits in
the distance a reminder of tales unspoken
conversations that never took place.
Who will be my daddy,
Now that your gone
Copyright © Beverly Briatico | Year Posted 2006
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