That Day Back In 1975
As a child, you are the only man I wanted.
The father I never knew.
The thought.
It aches to lose you at such a tender age.
The unknowning.
It hurts so much not to understand.
Why ? Is the question , I am asking.
Why was you taken from me ?
Why was you the one fated to die, on that day ?
I guess death will always remain the mystery of life.
To mer mortals anyway.
Copyright © April Suggs | Year Posted 2005
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