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Kevin Michael Bloor

Dear Dad

He diced with death one summer’s day

Left sunshine, with his kids, to play

Transformed himself to cold, blue steel

That dreamy day that seemed surreal

 

Loud tears were shed and hearts were torn

My mum and sisters wept on lawn

Nostalgically, they did survey

The greenest grass my dad did lay

 

From time they put him in the ground

I sank in silence, made no sound.

They told me, “There’s no shame, just weep.”

But all my grief I buried deep

 

To stow it, till we meet some day

Beyond the Moon and Milky Way.

For then and there I’ll shake his hand

And say, “Dear dad, I understand.”