You were tired Daddy,
Weren’t you?
Forgive me for insisting,
You keep moving.
You were tired Daddy
When I asked you
Are you dying?
You answered with a smile.
You were tired Daddy
When my sister asked you
Daddy, are you dying?
Softening the blow, with a no.
You were tired Daddy
When I held your hand
I squeezed, you tried
Forgive me, you were tired.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Author, 36 Days Apart
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