A Poem by Me: Father.

On this fateful day,

Seven years ago,

You went away,

Your story ending,

You left this world,

Forgiveness,

Redemption,

Chapters of your life,

In death remain untold,

Now, I stand here,

The ghosts that haunt,

Surround, are still near,

As I look upon your grave,

I couldn’t call you father,

Even call you friend,

You were a bastard,

Up until your end,

As I lay these flowers down,

Please know,

I’m a damaged man,

But inside I’ve grown,

While I can’t forget,

I can forgive,

God didn’t make you suffer,

Letting you fade in peace,

I know the pain of watching,

Would have broken my Mother,

Contemplating,

Reflecting,

On this cold day in December,

You weren’t as bad,

As I once remembered,

Reconciliation,

Sadly, is a bridge to far,

A lifetime to late,

But,

Maybe in some way,

You were absolved,

You atoned,

And judging,

God truly knew,

That at times,

I would miss…….

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