Mourning My Dads Death
Blessed was I to be a thread of love sown by you.
Growing up, I was pleased you thought me your twin flair.
Losing you was the worst heart dark I ever knew.
For years, my grief over you seemed too much to bear.
After you died even nature colors seemed blue.
The morn you turned breathless my silence screamed aimless.
I prayed a fathomless numbness would mercy brew.
Seeing you die, I ground curled and cried out shameless.
Twenty years have grown beautiful Dad love to view.
I know your image will stay clear, even your hair.
Now, when birds sing on green days made sunshiny new,
I full embrace the joys from pains in death’s despair.
February 28, 2010
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