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Friday, May 27, 2011

A poem for my Father who died, today.

eyes dry like dishes
chipped and cracked from overuse
tears betray you
holding them back betrays me

You have died, and I will miss you
I will long for the father I wished for
And I will ache for the one I had
The imperfect one
the impatient one
the human one.

I will look for you, when I hopefully arrive in Heaven
I will dive into your open arms
smothering you with kisses
the way I never did in real life
because you would have none of that