I reached dowv and touched his chest

Rigid and cold under his Western shirt

Pearl snaps gleaming

I'd never felt such ice

Emanate from a living person

Suddenly he was frozen wood

His hair was perfect as always

"Arapahoes don't gray much" he'd told us

I ran my fingers through it

Tousled and then rearranged it

Playfully I whispered in his ear

"I messed up your hair,Daddy"

Never allowed to touch it

He couldn't complain now

I placed my business card in his front shirt pocket

Kissed his icy forehead

Said "I love you" one more time

And then the lid was closed..........

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utah commented on Daddy


i just lost my daddy last month he was 56, a long haired hippy, i held his hand and lokked at his face i ran my hand threw his hair and strained his hat.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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