Seasons
As flowers wilt
In winter’s first freeze,
Swaddled in sorrow,
I trudge through memories
In feeble attempt to feel
The fire that once kept me warm
Toes dipped in the water,
Sweat dripping down our backs
Someone’s daughter loved you so -
She came from my father;
A father of one
I cried for you
As sun set to silver,
And I held you
As blood boiled to brass.
When green grass grew brown,
I left you in spring
It was the only way I knew not to drown.
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