January 7, 2008
I was so young,
I never knew him that much,
It was dark when it happened,
He was working in the dairy,
He was coming home,
He was shot four times,
My mom and I heard the shots,
We didn’t know who made the shots,
We didn’t know the guy who shot my dad
He was killed in the dairy,
We had a funeral for him,
I didn’t now what it was,
I was running around,
I was only five years,
My cousins, aunts, and uncles came,
Everybody was crying,
He was buried in energy where he was killed
September 26, 1998
His name
Was Robert

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