My Dad

He used to pace back and forth like that
while smoking a cigarette and then
when he sat down
he would thrum his fingers 
his expression would seem to be other worldly

etched with sadness
I knew instinctively that
he longed for happier days

for he was saddled with a sick wife
and a fourth child on the way
to escape was 
his job I'd say

he had a lot to take on as he eaked out a living
still
he had the kind of family that would keep on giving

their support and their love as he toiled and he tried but
in the end he was alone
amd he died.

I barely remember the funeral
but I do
remember being taken to the park
as if this whole episode was merely a lark

I remember feeling lost that day
no strings to bind
angrey and despondant
knowing he left one behind

it was a tradgedy really he was still so young
his life
and our lives
barely begun.

familyrhyme

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