i sat in my room covering my ears
i felt his pain, i felt his tears.
i heard the shot, i heard the screams
i began to wish it was all a dream.
it was hard to think of what he had done
and when i did my heart felt numb.
he didnt think i'd remember
but how could i forget it was late December.
i'd ask ''daddy where did you get that scar? ''
he would lie and reply'' i got it in a bar''
when he would tell me that terrible lie
i'd run to my room and start to cry
i would think of that day in late december
the day he thought i wouldnt remember
This was a hard one to read because it is so well written it evokes an echo in my heart....thank you for sharing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written poem.....Keep writing!