That Sadness That Irony And That Waste - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i still have
Papa's picture
when he was old
and sickly
and dying and i
remember we were
talking seriously
at the patio
of that old house that
he built from
all his sacrifices
and it was you brother
you took that picture
with father's finger
pointing at me
and what that really meant
we both
really knew
and i still feel
the sadness
the irony
and the

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2012

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