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A Visit to Dad


When I was four

dad died

Ten years later

mom and I

finally visited

the grave

 

When we couldn’t find it

I thought it was a sign

he had come back

to life

 

L’chaim

 

Sometimes I have dreams that he's alive

It’s crazy

I picture us sitting at the table

Eating dinner

Sharing stories

Am I laughing?

 

Hours later

we found the stone

The inscription read

"Stuart Satosky, Beloved Husband, Son, and Father"

 

“I wish you saw me grow up”

I said

“You’d be proud of the kids”

mom said.

“Proud of me”

 

I placed a gray rock on the monument

hugged the gravestone

and cried

I don't like to talk about things

When those gates are opened

they're hard to close

 

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beverlysatosky
<p>I am really proud of this poem I hope everyone else likes it</p>

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