My Saddest Memory
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two,
and this story.... "
When I was but a child,
My father he was my whole world.
On the night that he died
That world as I knew it... unfurled.
My mother and I were not close.
I was Daddy's little girl.
I had my father's eyes of green,
I had his hair, in wild curl.
I was a child, I saw him die.
No one should have such a memory.
My life that night forever changed.
I saw what no one should ever see.
Suicide is an ugly word.
It was never spoken about that night.
Truth was hidden from all who asked.
How could he think this solution right?
A childhood memory from long ago
Still brings tears when I recall
The night my father chose to die,
To run from life... and us all.
~~~ Francine Roberts~~~
14/08/2011
for Constance's " I Fancy Another
Sad Poem" contest
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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