The Good Samaritan Comes Home
This good Samaritan tending to
this loney neglected grave,
making it look as clean as it
had been in ages.
A tear rolls down his face, knowing
that too much time had passed by,
he should have done this many years ago,
then getting ready to depart he
says Dad, I'm so sorry, please
forgive me, I beg you,
I should have come home sooner,
but was too proud, but now
I'm home to stay; I will make these trips
back here each week and tell you many
things I never got a chance to speak with you
about, I want you to know, that I love you very much.
Written 5-23-11
I had my dad in mind when i wrote this, I have only been to his grave
one time, that was the day of the funeral in 1970 and again in 1990.
This was also the second part of Just a Lonely rose, which started out
as one long poem, but shorted for two poems.
But in this poem I am telling my dad, what i never got a chance to tell
him while he was living.
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