I don't think it will be the same
In my room at my old homestead.
I took most of my possessions long ago,
and yours were brought in instead.
I couldn't deny the long, slow decline
that was yours--
over your eyes, then your mind.
You were the first to meet my fulfillment,
and you called her "our girl."
I'm sorry we didn't visit more.

I remember the days you were in that room.
So many words of comfort
In my storm and indignation
against my own blood.
Now I must remember,
though I continue to struggle.

It has been twelve years
Since we laid your fulfillment to rest,
and I had put on stone.
It was my friends who inadvertly drew me near
To the site,
and I quietly came and could not stop the rain.
It was not long,
and then you were gone, too.

Dad called
And I was as naked as I felt.
It was then I agreed to help carry the husk of you.
It was all I could do for my dad, your good son
who cared for you so long.

I wonder if you watch
from beyond the veil.
Shut your eyes to my sin and shame
but open them to our child
who is coming soon.
I just wish you could see her with mortal eyes.

Be with me
when I don all the colors of my destiny.
You have been a guide to the path.
Continue to teach me the way
to pass on
with poise, dignity, virtue, and honor.
I hope you know now why we all have suffered,
at least for me.
I shall emerge from the flames
Refined, forged, and reborn
and I will see you face to face again.

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This is without question the best poem of yours I've ever read.  Well done.

The poignancy and the story are both very real.

This Poetry is from your heart ONLY

What do you mean by that?

        I concur with Greg;  I really liked this.

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