The Unknown Father


‘Don’t think about it’, you said.
‘Don’t cry’.
But how can I forget?
I don’t even wanna try.

His name meant nothing to me,
I didn’t know him in life.
Whether he played golf, or smoked a cigar,
or if he loved his wife.

But that day in the graveyard
Full of gravestones old and new,
I saw a bunch of daisies on his grave
and a card that said “Daddy, I love you.”

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2 responses to “The Unknown Father

  1. Poignant. Powerful. Bravely written.

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