My Daddys Death
My Daddy’s Death
I had a dream last night,
That death came alive,
I looked in to my Daddy’s face
And we both started to cry.
He was so mad at me,
And yet he would not speak,
His hand tried to clutch mine,
But he was frail and weak.
Guilt swept through my veins,
I wanted to take him with me,
I hated seeing him sit alone,
He was not happy and free.
I recalled when his flesh was warm,
Remembering him clutching my hand,
Gasping for his final breath of life,
I lied, when I said I understand.
My Daddy didn’t want to die,
He wanted to stay here with me,
We were not done talking and laughing.,
There is so much we didn’t see.
I still cannot accept his death,
It doesn’t matter about his age.
Time does not heal all wounds.
My heart is still in a mad rage.
By Peggy Davis Langan
Copyright © Peggy Langan | Year Posted 2006
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