For Dad
Their words are threadbare
They unravel in my mind
My thoughts are black smoke
And no that ain’t good, but at least they can flow out of here
I find no comfort,
No comfort in their pity
Where are you now?
And is it nice there?
For now I’ll see you in my dreams
Keep you in my thoughts
Cherish your memory
Visit your grave
Copyright © Hannah Rosenthal | Year Posted 2009
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