Friday, April 13, 2012

Day 104/366

"Tarry a little," said the little girl,
Pulling at her father's hand
"I cannot cross the road just yet,
For my shoelace is untied."

Shoelaces tied,
In a chidlike high,
They made it to the other side,
Why the chicken crossed,
They still didn't know,
But that oblivion seemed all right.

"I love you Pa," she said to him,
When the eventful day did end.
"Forever I will be with you,
My child, my only friend."

His wife had passed,
Alone he stayed
With his daughter, only six.
And every night,
When she had slept,
The whiskey helped him dream.

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