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You cannot have your father back.
He is dead to the world.
When was there ever any other luck?
Who does not see the void?

Who doesn’t know time is against us?
Your mother passed into the fire.
I dream heaven & hell are all ice.
Who would weep or laugh, who cares?

to Hope

(12 October 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander