If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown. And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown. A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found. A curse on you should history come around. No chance of knowing if there was a bond, Left alone to survive this raging pond. A trend you made, not a fashion but still a fad. Angered and pained should I call you dad? No male to rely on, no figure of permanence. A motherly love her best was innocence. A man you’re called, but a father you should’ve been. I look inside and hate what I’ve seen. A likeness of you is natural, The images it creates are factual. A willingness to change from being the same, Disowned and not knowing, I will not play your game. Away from me you ran, mine I will show how.
In this whimsical, thought-provoking novel, author Armineh Helen Ohanian presents a fantastic vision of how life might look after death. Martha, after attending her own funeral, travels to Planet Heaven
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