Eulogy for my Dad.
In the snowing cold outside,
My tears turn to icicles as I cry
with the memories of you inside
I cannot bring myself to say: goodbye!
Goodnight "Dad," my Chief!
11/30/2007
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
sonnyskies’s Poems (5)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Eulogy for my Dad. | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Invocation: | 2 | 05/23/2009 |
| The Man Likes to Shock Little White Mice. | 0 | 05/23/2009 |
| Amerika the Rueful. | 1 | 05/23/2009 |
| The Ocean's Waves. | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
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