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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: November 16, 2012

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Submitted: November 16, 2012



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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