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Poem to my Dad
11/22/82
by Emma Beverage
They left him there
Like an empty shell
An empty shell - silent - still
They left him there
So we could stare
So we could stare
At this hollow shell
It looked like my dad
Had gone to sleep
Sleep, sleep, eternal sleep
Sleep that made my family weep
And as I stared, this thought grew
Thoughts would never - again pass through
My daddy’s head
My daddy was dead
Someone had come to steal his soul
I heard his footsteps shuffling - slow
I heard his footsteps
When they took his soul.
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