To Dad, With Love.

Sun, 09/17/2017 - 19:49 -- q.kenzz

You would scream at mom,

as I held my ears closed.

You would sling things,

as I shedded tears.


You used to get angry, 

you used to get sad.

If I even said a word, 

you would get mad.


I used to hate you.

You would hug me,

as I pulled away, 

as you got sad.


Now you're gone,

and now i'm sad.

Wishing you'd hug me,

one very last time. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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