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Jan 2017
Like clinched fingernails
slowly grinding down
an old blackboard
you received my attention

The few hairs on the back
of my neck stood tall
like a soldier in formation
at a military parade

Was it simple fear or terror
that my mind perceived
upon the news of your
non expected passing

A phone call that made
its way across the country
reaching my tender ears
telling me of your demise

Gone far too soon as I
never was able to say
farewell and express my
love and gratitude

I regret you never meeting
your grandchildren and
witnessing the interaction
and knowledge imparted

Alas I take this opportunity
to say I miss you and love
you for who you were as
a father and mentor to me.
For my Father you left us in the year of our Lord 1993
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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