Jan 18th, 2009
There he went
Three years before retirement
Dying of a broken heart
There he went
Three years before retirement
Too much pain to bear
There he went
Three years before retirement
No chance to open that part
There he went
Three years before retirement
Without his love to share
There he went
Three years before retirement
Not a soul to even know
There he went
Three years before retirement
Nary a loved one to hold
There he went
Three years before retirement
How his pain did grow
There he went
Three years before retirement
ears before retirement
A family he never knew
There he went
Three years before retirement
Rest he shall never have
There he went
Three years before retirement
His life, away he threw
There he went
Three years before retirement
God, how I miss my Dad!
Katherine A. Marion
P.S. Just before this poem erupted; interesting how I am laying on my bed, eating an apple, looking into a sunlit sky ... and it hits me! The reason I express myself the way I do, is because it was rare in my childhood when someone else did. Oh, yes, other emotions of which we all know the sordid sort. Yet, rare and complete honesty?
P.P.S. Actually, I believe that the way I risk everything ... to express myself, is because my Dad never really did. I am sure there are others in my family and yours. What hurts is that my Father will never be given the opportunity, again. Which is why I am helping.
P.P.P.S. I huge shudder of a sob came forth right after I read the words found within the fabric of this poem that practically dropped out of my open heart. Blessed am I to receive such beauty!