CUDDLE
“Awww...come here! ”
she said to the ghost
giving it a cuddle.
It hadn’t been cuddled
for a long long time.
It began
crying.
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I brought my little step-daughter to see her Daddy.
It was the first time she had ever been in a graveyard.
She looked at an angel crying marble tears amongst
the rain but didn’t cry herself.
She looked at a point in mid-air as if he were there
and comforted him wherever he was.
“Daddy’s not dead...he’s alive in my head! ”
I began crying.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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