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I stopped talking to my father two weeks before he died. It's something that has bothered me for years . Problems between my ex wife and my mother. My dad stood by my mom. and I stood by my exwife.


Submitted:Nov 17, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


I've been through doors that made me happy.

I've gone through doors that made me sad.

Behind doors it did excite me.

Behind doors I've often cried.

Behind doors I saw my father .

As he lay so till when dead.

Behind doors I felt the sorrow .

As I lay upon his bed.

Too late to say I'm sorry.

The words for him or I to say.

We stood by what we thought was right .

I stand by it every day.

His door to life is closed now

But his memory is always there.

His leaving wasn't his choice.

It really wasn't fair.

I still talk to my father.

No better one could I find.

Because he's not here in person.

He is always in my mind .





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