Three years since I saw her last, And two since any word. Perhaps Silence is the only answer she has For a father questioning his failings. Just before dawn was a brief shower, Barely enough to dampen the ground, And now, by the door, the irises lean Wet and solemn into the first low light. It is all I can do to reach out and hold One, touch each petal drop, gentleness I would give her if I could, wiping tears From the face of a lost and loved child.
Lacrimae Rerum
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-05-20 at 20:27
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