My Father's Grave

My Father's Grave

A Poem by Alexandria Miller

Some 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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Those we truly love never leave us....saying that my old man fucked off and left mum to raise her 7 feral kids all on her lonesome :))
Enjoyed the read.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Alexandria Miller
Alexandria Miller

Milwaukee, WI



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Social 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..