My Father's GraveA Poem by Alexandria MillerSome days I write long letters to you And bury them at your grave. But one day I dug so deep I hit the casket. I hit your casket, dirty and cold I dug some more And opened the top And there you were, Just as we’d left you, Blood, flesh, bone Reading the letters I’d sent to you And you looked up at me and And I could almost make sense Out of nothing logical.© 2016 Alexandria Miller |
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1 Review Added on April 27, 2016 Last Updated on April 27, 2016 AuthorAlexandria MillerMilwaukee, WIAboutSocial Work major, working a s****y part time job and always juggling the nonstop circus of life. I would be a bad circus act in this case. If you’re going to scream, scream at the top of yo.. more.. |

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