Death of a Father
1 min readJun 13, 2017
Died on a Thursday.
Died on a frigid Thursday.
Died on a frigid Thursday in a car.
Died in a car hurtling toward the hospital
On a frigid Thursday before he could see sixty-four.
Buried on a Sunday.
Buried on a bitter Sunday.
Buried on a bitter Sunday in the cold ground.
Buried on a bitter Sunday as his youngest
Daughter turned twenty-nine years old.
Mourned for years.
Mourned for many long years.
Mourned for many long years in the hearts of family.
Mourned for many long years as the lives of his family
Hurtled on toward their own frigid and bitter days
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