Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen Comments
Rating: ★4.7
Death is not the final word.
Without ears, my father still listens,
still shrugs his shoulders
whenever I ask a question he doesn't want to answer.
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Nicole Liller
16 February 2006
Wow I really like that poem. It's true, nobody is ever really gone. I lost my father and I still feel him around sometimes.
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12/28/2025 1:24:26 AM # 1.0.0
Hi Lisa. Beautiful piece here. It especialliy hits home as I recently lost my father as well. ~s