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Free Cee Death On Dads Day

DEATH ON DAD'S DAY

dear dad, i know you can't read this now
and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how
and today it still remains the same
because i alone accept all the blame

you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich
and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a *****
it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn
but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn

i put you through hell a thousand times or more
you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door
well now that door is no more and either are you
and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do

i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day
and since six months ago i grieve every single day
all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of
and instead you got a villain who abused the word love

so if you could only see my tears
as i gaze back over the years
i think you'd understand and believe
that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve
   I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES
  (c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

June 17, 2012 at 2:07 PM

I am not sure he would want you to fill his shoes, just fill your own. Its a pity you feel you failed him but I think he would know deep down the love you felt but could not express. I think some of us may have been there in one way or another. Your father can't haunt you, only you can do that, and only you can make something of your self to fill your own shoes, forgive yourself, your father can't but you can let the memory of you make the memory of him good, if you get my drift. I still think you are the best poet I have come across, good bad or evil though you think you are so remember my gift to you and look after them, let us see your filled shoes xx