My Dad


A-tisket, a-tasket...
A shiny silver casket.
Flowers atop
My dad inside
He left this world
And I could not cry
When I lost him
I gained my faith
Of an afterlife
That no doubt could shake.
He watches me
from up above
I know it, and yet
It is not enough.
The brave face I wore
that summer day
A lone masquerade
My own little play
And now a year later
I soak up my pain
Like trees do water
Though for me, no gain
I think of him often
I cry late at night
My chest so heavy
My throat so tight
I've told everyone
I know he is gone.
And no one will know
that I haven't moved on.

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