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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 5:27 pm
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This is dedicated to my father.
Tomorrow is another day To many and a selected few Tomorrow is any other day But to me . . . it is not new
I was nine and you were working Downstairs, as usual Your government job, stressing on you You stood up from your chair For something so very simple
You step away from your chair Leaving it pushed out to the side, As you always do To go upstairs and use the bathroom
Nothing too extravagant, by any means But it seemed that it was too much And your string was pulled God called for you Knocking you on your back.
Quietly you whispered out Your wife’s name I awake from bed, hearing your cries I held onto the cast – iron railing To the bottom of the stair
There you were, My daddy, On the floor Hardly able to breath Requesting my mommy
That night, I barely remember What followed after My ‘discovery’ Except that I retrieved my mommy
Who dialed 9 – 1 – 1 But time grew short And God summoned you away My daddy, dead on this day.
I dreaded October First For years after you died I would skip out on school The pain was there And I couldn’t let it go
Middle school came In my seventh grade year I turned my tides and arrived Early to school that day
Time changed. I’m in college now I still take photographs Almost as good as you
And I wonder . . . What life would of like, If you still lived.
Without ‘goop’ dinners Served once a week. Would I have met my best friend And love in June of last year?
Would you have let me date When I was sixteen? Only God knows the truth And the lady luck has spun her wheel
I’m in college now Because of the money You left for me I’ll be able to get my degree
I celebrate your death Because it’s your chance To start a new Welcome to another world Dear father
You’ve left behind so much But gave us a lot more You took care of us and made me see That life goes on From here on to eternity.
To you, I celebrate.
Notes: It may sound depressing, but after you finish reading it is up lifiting. I thought at least. This is one of my more recent works, being written just last month. It is based on true past events to current ones now, I must say that because of my father and of a car accident where I helped out the victim I have found my calling in life in massage therapy and later work as an EMT. That's about it. Thanks for baring with me and my long-winded-ness x3.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 10:02 pm
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