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Father, Father shall I love thee like I love myself; if so, is it because I am supposed to appreciate the perils of dependency? Or shall I say “father” in the midst of a Midwestern storm just to hear my words echo, as the wind takes my love and spreads the trials and tribulations over hundreds of miles, exerting the same force that crushed my home in seconds and destroyed all of my physical memories with the brush of father’s hand? -jonathon shank |
The irony of what was said, not gratitude, but scorn instead, thus fails the test brought forth through strife. You lost a home and not your life. The Gadfly | Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by The Gadfly | [ Reply to This ] | |