My Father Was Buried
Today is the day, years ago, my Father was buried.
Nothing seemed right in the world any longer!
I cried, prayed and wished, I were stronger.
With grief, I saw his casket carried.
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No, no, I so wanted to shout!
Do not put him into the dark, deep ground.
Where Lord knows what crawls around!
I said not a word, but closed my mouth.
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I wanted to open the casket and take him out.
He was the best Father, that could ever be.
He taught me honesty that set me free.
But sadly the truth no longer counts!
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So on this day, Dad, it is no time for poetry.
I need family and a few true friends.
But I shan’t see them till my life ends.
And I shall be magically accepted, again, amicacblly!
Till then, Daddy…
Panagiota
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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