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Originally Posted by Ben
I wanted to book the weekend off work so I could go to where my father is buried but work wouldn't let me have the weekend off as it's a busy one. 
So instead I'm going to write a poem for him. Sounds a bit **** but it's the best I can do to pay my respects to him. |
..I hate Father's Day, I mean I so hate it, which I feel guilty for as well..anyway, I haven't written anything for a while so I'll just post an old one for him...
A day the birds rejected song
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
how could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know your battle had been won
although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds have chorused once again
Sweet messengers of song
they bring the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'