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for my dad.. *R.I.P*Rate this Poem
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A Mound
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Created on 4-7-07
A mound of dirt
Covered with flowers
Pots turned over by wind
Still no marker
Six feet under they say
My dad lies in a box
No tears are coming
As if it has been months
But only eight days
And only six underground
I wonder if he can hear my footsteps
Circling around thinking
I re-arrange the flowers
Trying to make some symmetry
This need for order overwhelms me
But dead flowers don’t look nice
So I lean against the tree
The one he lies under
And I say goodbye again
As I will be for months
Covered with flowers
Pots turned over by wind
Still no marker
Six feet under they say
My dad lies in a box
No tears are coming
As if it has been months
But only eight days
And only six underground
I wonder if he can hear my footsteps
Circling around thinking
I re-arrange the flowers
Trying to make some symmetry
This need for order overwhelms me
But dead flowers don’t look nice
So I lean against the tree
The one he lies under
And I say goodbye again
As I will be for months
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