I did not weep when my father died.
The pain and heartache,held
inside.
There were no teardrops from
my eyes.
but my soul was screaming to the skies.
Mourners gathered,offering
sympathy,
for one who meant so much to me.
I sat and watched this sad parade,
that family and friends to
the coffin made.
I focused on that precious
man,
who consoled,and inspired as no other can.
I could not fathom,that from
now on,
my beloved father was forever gone.
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This is so beautiful! It tore me apart when my father died, but I have the precious memories of such joy and fulfilment!ππ β€ this very beautifully written!πππ
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