04/01/2012

Memoirs of an Idyll

Memoirs of an Idyll

Grieving now.
Quarter of a Century gone.
Can transport myself.
Evoke a past idyll.
Invoke the best stuff.

I lost my Dad.
And can now allow myself
To feel.
To feel sad.

The last in line am I.
Of my paternity.
Died the age I am now.
A tragedy.

S. Camplin

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