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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

about when my dad died i said good bye but then i left to go with my aunt to get away and he passed before i got to tell him good bye again i got home 2 minutes after he died

when i see the sky

way up high

i think of everything that i have done

and everything that i have sung


i think of the sad

i think of the mad

i think of my attemps to die

i think of all the times i've cried


i think of my dad

and how it was sad

that he died of cancer in the brain

and i was on a train


got there 2 minutes late

oh how much i hate

thinking about how i was to late

and that i will always hate

Submitted: January 09, 2012

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Wow Faith, this is my favorite so far. I can really feel your pain and you know that other people cannot fully understand what grief is, what losing someone to death does to the survivors. You are wise to have captured your musings at that time when it is strongest. I look forward to getting to know you better Faith. Thank you for your contributions to the healing of those left behind. Yours truly, Glinda Gail

Tue, April 23rd, 2013 6:09pm

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