Dinner With DadA Poem by ErocvonA relaxing dinner with dad! Or is it?
Dad sits across the Table
His food on the plate no longer in the label He won't touch his food though Guess that's understanding after his injury with a bow I already devoured my food it was good I really like our table because it is made from wood Dad still hasn't touched his food though Guess that's understanding after all the injury with the bow Kinda killed him and he's not really there Not a piece of skin or hair Just my imagination of what could of been It's half past ten Dad sits across the table Then dad disappears for the night at the table
© 2014 ErocvonAuthor's Note
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Added on June 18, 2014 Last Updated on June 18, 2014 AuthorErocvonOHAboutI am the lead guitarist of Assignment 21 and I love to write story's, poems, and books. Playing guitar is my true love though. more..Writing
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