The Night Dad Died
There are those moments that stay with us forever
stuck in time, we will forget them never
The night I picked up the phone, it was late
how could this be his fate?
I drove and on my way I got a flat tire
this seemed a cruel and divinely planned satire
The tow truck man could not remove the lug nuts
Almost midnight now and I thought he was a putz
When mom's door opened there were swollen eyes
I was the strong one to my surprise
We made the plans and bought the box
I look back now and know I was still in shock
My hair came out in clumps as I showered
Being strong and holding it in was not making me feel empowered
Then about three months later it hit me like a wall
my father was gone, I would not see him at all
I had not cried at all until that day
It seemed I could not stop now to my dismay
My words of wisdom to pass on to you my friend
Tell those you love how you feel every now and again.
Copyright © Willow Lawrence | Year Posted 2014
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