dadA Poem by audrey hornea poem for my father who died too soon.i only remember bits and pieces of you, like shards of a broken mirror. i remember your brown eyes, the funny way your teeth lined up, and your salt-and-pepper beard. i remember the way you held me when i cried, and the day i had to say goodbye. it was never supposed to be like this. i was never supposed to live without you.
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StatsAuthoraudrey horneHalifax, Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutaspiring writer, hopeless student, romantic dreamer. more..Writing
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