TOO LATE.

Story ID:	4005
Written by:	Sabina Benjamin Thomas (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Mumbai Maharashtra India
Year:	1980
Person:	Dad

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TOO LATE

So many Father's Days
have come and gone.
Yet another one
just passed me by.

Words unspoken
still sear my heart...
The "Thankyou, Dad"
left so unsaid...
The "Sorry" lost
and rare expressed.

Too late one day,
I lay my head
against his cold,
stiff,suited breast.

"I loved you, Dad !"
I wept, I cried, but
he heard me not,
for he had died.

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