My Cross to Bear


Dear dad was on the heading
of a letter sent my way.
Lost for years with his belongings
after Dad had passed away.

Uncle Dick had found the letter
though he knew not what it meant.
Nor the emptiness he'd brought me
with the letter he had sent.

For years we'd never spoken
when I had taken pen in hand.
To send my Dad a message
that I hoped he'd understand.

I had asked that he forgive me
that the fog time would surely send.
Would cloud the bitter memories
and return to me a friend.

But the seal was never broken
not one word was ever read.
Too late I'd learned the anguish
of when bitter words are said.

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