Mar 2013
An army of people
circled my father
He turned to me
and I witness tears
for the first time
fall from his eyes.
They were the color of
a crimson rose,
and then
I knew he truly
loved this man
circled my father
He turned to me
and I witness tears
for the first time
fall from his eyes.
They were the color of
a crimson rose,
and then
I knew he truly
loved this man
(Chicago)
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