It has been a journey,
One I would have preferred
Not to have tread.
In my mind's eye,
I can still see him -
Dead.
Feelings are put into words,
Words into images,
Images forever burned in my head.
One day I will see him,
My Father, my Dad,
Those 'Words' will be said.
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