"No More"
My first poem following a personal loss
My father died the other day, his hands so still and cold.
I held them tight, with all my might, praying for his soul.
And as I watched him drift away my heart began
to break,
for all the times that have come and gone -
every memory we made:
No more coffee breaks at dawn;
No more Sunday Morning meals;
No more Winters by the fire,
Or Summers at the grill.
No more laughter, no more songs,
No more stories short and long;
No more kisses, no more hugs;
No more joy for all of us...
My father died the other day, and I just don't know
how to say,
How deep this grief runs even now -
Is there even a way to tell you how? -
My heart has truly broken.
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Taylor Rigsby
Since my hobby became my career, I needed to find a new way to help me relax and decompress. And there are just too many stories floating around in my head!
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