My Eternal Grief
Dad,
you died
far too soon.
I wanted years
to hold your hand in mine still warm and strong.
Doctors told me there was no hope for mom
to let her go,
to stop care.
Still weep,
mom.
___________________________
November 2, 2020
Poetry/Tetractys/My Eternal Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1299-841-02
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Double Tetractys 5
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration Image #2, Judged 11/13/20
First Place
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