Father & Son

June 3, 2008
By basil barkas, Los Angeles, CA

After my dad died I started to cry,
Nobody to play with laugh or have fun,
There are many things I wanted to try,
Forever it would be father & son.

Throwing the football or game boards all night,
Man I miss those unforgettable times,
No matter the game we played until night,
Feeling as though we committed a crime.

1999 was when I said bye,
How could he do this to me at this age?
Funerals are hard I tried not to cry,
Realizing now how he missing each stage.

I was only five when my father died,
How do you let go when its suicide?

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