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See here for original post, in mild.


edit, thanks Chris

Papa cries for one-time promise, Papa cries for your lost promise
pearly teeth and pig-tailed hair,
for purple pockets filled with pebbles;
a parted presence, faintly there. departed presence, faintly there

All your simple child's prayers All your simple childhood prayers
replay in broken memory, in broken memory replayed
and papa’s pain goes undisguised;
he can hardly look at me. he hasn't looked at me for days

Now screams ring as his great lungs. Now anger roars as his great lungs
fill the air with tortured wrath. fill the air with tortured screams
Can't you return now from heaven? Can't you return from heaven now?
Sister listen, all he asks Sister listen, what he dreams

is for our painted poles and ribbons,
your ponies prancing on the lawn.
Not engraved for stone cold ages, not lifelessly engraved in stone
not beckoning, "Move on." "beloved child, forever gone"


my thoughts, for what they are worth. I think this is a quite compelling poem and the pain is palpable. Anyone who has suffered great loss will identify with it. Thanks.

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Papa cries for one-time promise,
pearly teeth and pig-tailed hair,
for purple pockets filled with pebbles;
a parted presence, faintly there.

All your simple childs prayers
replay in broken memory,
and papa’s pain goes undisguised
he can hardly look at me.

Now screams ring from his great lungs
fill the air with tortured wrath.
Can't you return now from heaven?
Sister listen, all he asks,

is for our painted poles and ribbons
your ponies prancing on the lawn.
Not engraved for stone cold ages,
not beckoning, "Move on."