Forgive me, father

You sneered at me because you thought I'd lied
and stared at me through drunken eyes of pain,
then waved me off as I tried to explain.
You turned away, just shook your head and sighed,
still unconvinced that I had not a clue
where she had gone since I had left her here.
You drove away, your taillights disappeared
into the driving snow, the wind that blew.
The same snow broke your fall as you collapsed,
but couldn't keep your temple from the bruise
that showed up three days later as you lay
in state but not in peace. I think I snapped;
I spoke to you, 'twas Dylan's words I used:
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray.

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~ your heart is pure gold... ~ and i'm even more convinced than i was before i read this exquisite piece of writing that such experiences are meant to humble us... to keep us small... because 'tis in smallness that greatness thrives... as it does... in your universe... you're a gem... a jewel... truly...

[Ruth]

Bear, this is so sad and tears are already flowing today but blimey lovely - this is something that I am speechless over....such pain....such emotion!
Thank you xx

[imawriter]

layers of emotion here... spoken and unspoken...