Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

Unexpected

May 29, 2009 at 2:39 am · Filed under Poetry and tagged: ,

Death is

Unexpected.

Even

though familiar.

Oh, I

really loved you.

Now you’re

gone forever.

Heaven

is yours now, Dad.

And there’s no more pain.

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