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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2122592
The loss of my father
It was a Thursday
I had taken lunch
I stopped in to visit
I don't do that much
We laughed and talked
About different things
And you were fine
At least it seemed

They called Friday morning
You'd hit a tree
You totaled your truck
On your own street
You'd backed out of the drive
And stopped dead still
Then witnesses said
You slumped over the wheel

Your foot had pushed the gas
Sending your old truck
Down into a neighbors yard
And their tree you struck
When the Medics arrived
You were not alive
They did CPR
And soon you were revived

But somehow you never knew
Your eyes would never open
Even though I held your hand
And kept praying and hoping
On Saturday morning you left us
To live with God above
Still holding my father's hand
Once more I gave him my love

I cried so much it scared my wife
But I had to grieve my way
But somehow it felt good
To know he was with God that day

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