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A collection of poems chronicling my life following my father's death. |
a new perspective on reflecting i remember the last day i saw dad, 'last' now taking on a new meaning i had a band concert we went out to dinner and celebrated my birthday early since we were all together it's at o'charley's with those sweet rolls everyone talks i enjoy my food and get a free cake even though it's not my birthday yet we sing, and the cake is dry everyone complains i like it though when i'm done eating, i do something i haven't done in years i get up and sit on dad's lap even though he's still eating like i used to all the time when i was younger he seems surprised, but pleasantly so and i say to him "daddy, i don't want you to die" he's surprised again, but not pleasantly "sweetheart, i don't want to die either" "why would you say something like that" i shrug, want to say more, but can't here "we'll talk about it later" but we never did and now we never will he'll never know the dread i felt the fear that he was going to die and now he has maybe i'm more psychic than i thought all memories are now tainted with nevers and didn'ts and whys i can't enjoy the memories the same way now that he's gone |