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written by: AngelFace44
Time moves steadily forward
as day turns to night turns to day.
The healing of wounds is taking place;
or so everyone likes to say.
Upside down, my world has turned
for the loss of my father I mourn.
He was the first man I ever loved;
heart claimed the day I was born.
Missing him so very much
I await the healing to start.
For heavily does his absence weigh
upon my fractured heart.
Months have passed since he’s been gone
and still I cry and I cry.
Feeling cheated because he left too soon,
an emotional wreck am I.
Everyone says he’s in a better place
where he suffers no more pain.
I have no doubt that this is true,
though I wish he remained, all the same.
And therein lies the problem
with what the well-wishers say.
No matter how they present it,
my father has gone away.
Never again will I hear his voice
or feel his arms wrapped ‘round me tight.
Never again will I see his face
though I wish for it with all my might.
Memories I have aplenty
and each one I will treasure.
They are there to ease the loss
of the man I loved beyond measure.
Working through my grief and anger,
cathartic my writing should be.
Gone he is, and gone he’ll stay.
Forever loved, forever missed is he.