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Father's Day
In those final moments before death comes,
will I taste my father’s lust and know past hurts,
or will what was harmful be turned to goodness?
Will the same passions that sustained me in life,
sustain me through death?
In those final moments,
will the songs sung in childhood
lift my sprit on that path from
known to unknown?
Will I know the hand
pressing my chest?
Or, is death a passing
from forgotten to remembered?
will I taste my father’s lust and know past hurts,
or will what was harmful be turned to goodness?
Will the same passions that sustained me in life,
sustain me through death?
In those final moments,
will the songs sung in childhood
lift my sprit on that path from
known to unknown?
Will I know the hand
pressing my chest?
Or, is death a passing
from forgotten to remembered?
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