Daddy

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    Daddy

     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

    11-18-2010

    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.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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