The Good Samaritan Comes Home

This good Samaritan tending to this loney neglected grave, making it look as clean as it had been in ages. A tear rolls down his face, knowing that too much time had passed by, he should have done this many years ago, then getting ready to depart he says Dad, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I beg you, I should have come home sooner, but was too proud, but now I'm home to stay; I will make these trips back here each week and tell you many things I never got a chance to speak with you about, I want you to know, that I love you very much. Written 5-23-11 I had my dad in mind when i wrote this, I have only been to his grave one time, that was the day of the funeral in 1970 and again in 1990. This was also the second part of Just a Lonely rose, which started out as one long poem, but shorted for two poems. But in this poem I am telling my dad, what i never got a chance to tell him while he was living.