can't change back the clock.
Can't take away the pain
cannot make it stop.
Abundance of sorrow
river of tears
hearts that break,
deepest fears.
Just one day
will be remembered forever
commemorated,
not celebrated.
A father, a husband, and grandfather
so many things
to so many people
suddenly taken away.
I freeze, can't move
a part of me knew it could happen.
But the reality is like
a punch to the stomach.
I call my father to tell him
I love him.
But it is not really
about me.
It is about those two girls
and their family
who lost their father
yesterday.
We don't understand
we feel it's not fair.
And still we say
Baruch Dayan HaEmes.
it's really nuts. Beautifully written, for whatever that helps...
ReplyDelete:( Thanks. Do you know who I'm talking about?
ReplyDeleteYep, don't know them personally but i think my parents do/...did. So, so, sad :(
ReplyDeleteThat's a really touching poem.
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