Letters I Never Wrote

My Dad Died When I was Ten

My dad died when I was tenAbandoning us into poverty’s handWith nothing left in his nameThe poor widow will shoulder

Will you see me at my lowestAnd yet think highly of meWhen you’ve seen me standing tallBut now down on

I stand looking at the mirror. I see myself again. But this time it is different. I see myself. Different.

I stand at the edge nowThis last moment togetherThe tears are my guideShowing what I must bear I see the