TITLE: BUT WHY? By Denise Spooner 10/15/05 |
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I was thirteen years old,
> so innocent and free.
> My father and I
> What a pair we would be.
>
> Hanging Christimas lights,
> Painting houses at his side.
> Spending time together
> Next to him I would abide.
>
> One spring day things took a turn
> As my father sat by me.
> He apologized for his actions
> In which I had yet to see.
>
> He told me of his leaving
> Reasons why he could not stay.
> None made any sense to me
> I had no choice but say okay.
>
> One by one he removed his things
> As tears streamed down my face.
> I remember asking, "Must you leave?"
> And saw a look of true disgrace.
>
> I tightly clung to his jammies
> He'd left on the floor.
> And asked God "But why?"
> As he walked out the door.
>
> My heart felt a tearing
> As my face stung in pain.
> I assessed what was happening
> And knew I'd nothing to gain.
>
> Without looking back
> The door closed behind him.
> I gently clutched my sweet sister
> While our lives looked so grim.
>
> Our world suddenly shaken
> It truly was tough.
> But we had eachother
> Somehow, that was enough.
>
> 'Til this day we are close
> My sweet sister and I.
> But not many days go by
> That I don't ask, "But why?"
>
>
> written by Denise Spooner
> Sept. 23, 2005
>
>
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