Melancholy Memory
It was a Friday…
not eerie nor frightful,
no ominous warning,
just tick-tock…
The scars you left in
our impaled minds shown while
the wings of the angels
carried you.
Swiftly you were gone
and took all joy along.
In death, in forever,
in the grave.
Scarce grace lent to you.
Although horrid the race,
you shamelessly ran to
Paradise.
Words can’t express life
taken untimely but,
"Father and husband." carved
in tombstone.
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