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!

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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