Dad's Aching Heart
The door closes and I walk away,
Wholeheartedly knowing, I'd much rather stay.
But my hands are tied, and my heart is broke,
How can this be happening, is it some kind of joke?
Get in my truck to try and leave,
But the only thing moving are the tears on my cheek.
It's just a few days and then we're back together,
Some do it with ease but die I would rather.
The pain, the hurt, it all makes me sad,
Son's it's not my choice to leave, please know that. Love Dad.
Copyright © Clay Matchett | Year Posted 2016
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