Missing You

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    Missing You

    As I stare off into the shadowy mirror-glaze of the lake...
    I see your face.
    Because I was always told that you looked this way.
    Thinking how long will it take this time...
    Before I break.
    Break, break, break away into tears.
    For a father that I have never seen in all my twenty-six years.
    The one I needed to calm me down from all my fears.
    When I desperately needed you
    Where were you?
    You were laid to rest twenty-six years back.
    For what??? I can never explain except
    When it rains it pours and when it pours it rains.
    I can never visit your resting site.
    For the insurance you had was not right.
    Insurance you say...You did not have any.
    So they tossed you in a ditch with others with little might.
    So I'm forced to wish for a visit from you every night.
    So that I'll know my father's alright.
    I cry until outside it's light.
    I wish someone would understand the void inside that I have.
    For a father that had long ago died.
    I hope everyday that I could see you.
    I would if I could ask God to meet you.
    That must come on an appointed time.
    That time is neither yours nor mine.
    Oh gee I wish you could see how much I want to see.
    The one who God chose to help make me.
    I will stand firm like a man. I will not sway.
    Even though you were laid to rest and taken away.
    Although I've never seen or met you, I write to say.
    That I'll never forget you on your day, okay.
    Now that that's out, I feel fresh and new.
    That I have a father and that father is you.
    I.....I......I love you!

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    blastra commented on Missing You

    02-20-2009

    beautiful

    litldeer commented on Missing You

    02-19-2009

    This brought tears to my eyes. This is excellent. Good use of words. Great job!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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