My Dad
It's a waste of your time asking if I'm okay.
I don't want to hear that he went to a better place that day.
I will never stop wondering "why?"
I will never forgive myself for not saying good-bye.
You could tell me that you understand this kind of sorrow.
But, don't try to tell me there will be an easier tomorrow.
I know he was prepared to see the light.
But, I wish it didn't have to happen on that night.
My dad is gone and I will never understand.
He was taken too early to that special land.
Copyright © Jennifer Breeden | Year Posted 2021
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