Yet Another Weeping Wail to Daughter (one year deceased)

 

dearest child, poor child.....
love eventually becomes such a pained suffering.

a year has passed and oldman cannot
   even approximate having
         any kind of grip
            on this grief.

You're in my heart and mind
 (day by day. And each'every night .)
Death so cruel to one so young.

I know it has most foolishly been said
by many before me, but how I wish
                                            how I wish
                                            how I wish
         I could have taken your place in this
               dance with death's
                    eternal scheme.

It's over. It's done. Some part of me dies
       with you every hour. It's finished
       yet will grievously rave and wail
            in the depths of this soul.
     At least until the end of "my time"

                              i love you,   Dad

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