A father in Scene

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    A father in Scene

    A simple ad across the screen of a classic father daughter scene.

    Him holding her tightly like a father would, so happy so right.

    My heart has pictured this scene ever since I was a young teen.

    Yet my heart feels not the warmth of memories but blight.

     

    The ad is of a day that many hold dear and celebrate with cheer.

    My father is gone and dead, never to know me again.

    I can never share another happy day with him, that’s clear.

    So I will sit and try to remember him without his sins.

     

    But who am I to cast stones?

    The girl who’s last words to her father were that of cold and hate.

    The girl who can only scream sorry at a bag of bones.

    I can only walk forward and see what awaits. 

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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