The Day My Father Died
by Mary E Lacey, Desertrat
Friday, May 23, 2008
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The Day My Father Died
It’s been 20 years today, since
my beloved father died
I remember that awful day,
twenty years ago, when I heard
that awful knock gently on my door
There stood my mother and my
sister, faces streaked with tears
My mother said with a quaking voice
your father died today.
I was shocked, but than I wasn’t
I knew it was coming near, my
my mind couldn’t accept
that my Dad was no longer here.
Twenty years later, both Dad and Mom
are gone. They say time heals all wounds
but some live on and on.
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|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Beautiful verses that bring back memories for me. My Mom died of a hit run driver when she was 39 yrs old. She left 8 kids behind. Daddy died at 63 yrs old. He never remarried. Yes Mary, some live on and on.
|Reviewed by Swan Son
|A parent's death is never easy to accept no matter what kind of relationship you had. There is that angst -- that relationship that changes from child to parent and back to child. It is the child in you that remembers the best of what there was to know in your parents. Those feelings never really go away -- they are a reminder of the love you shared and that also will never go away. Susan|
|Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader)
|They do say that time heals all wounds by still it is difficult.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|In my experience, I have not found that "time heals all wounds." Thank you for sharing, Mary. Love and blessings,
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Beautifully written poem of memories... the heartache doesn't ever completely go away, does it...
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Very endearing, loving sentiments. My dad was killed August 13, 2007 my mom died shortly after to join him and the heartache continues. Time heals all wounds, but the mind reminds you of what once was....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Selene Skye
|Very deeply touched, especially since I feel as you do. My father passed 18 years ago, and the wound of it may scab over from time to time, but is never completely healed.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I'm so sorry for your loss - never easy - my Daddy's in poor health now, just a matter of time - lost my Mom 18 years ago, not ready to lose Daddy, too -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *prayers*