A Child Still In Mourning
Year after year after year; a child in mourning
with no tears. So many questions with little to
no answers shared, but still told your father was
your pal. But missing from my life is that pal, like
missing my first steps, my first smile. You chose to
be absent, to not be around, to hear the words love,
hell yes there met with a frown. Since when did love
mean torment and pain? I know life is sunshine and
rain, but why my seasons never change? And then it
happens, you finally step in to fill that space, To
be my father, my mentor, my support rock, my base.
Then, just as simply you enter, you leave me with
just a trace. The pastor says ashes to ashes, and now
a earn takes your place.3/5/02... The day a son and
father pasted,3/5 eternal the time I mourn with
love, with anger, with forever seasons last.
poem by Emmanuel Bannister II
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