Come To Pass (Poem)

I’ve got something bearing on my mind
For this one day a year it kills me like a crime
My dearest father my hero, my light.
The closest thing I’ve got to flight
I find myself celebrating every time
Subliminally your birthday is mine.
Conditions ingrained, crested and deep
Traditions I carry forever and keep
©Rare-ity 6-17-16

Missing my dad this evening , as his birthday comes to pass. I had grown used to taking him to dinner every year. This evening, as strange as it is, I didn’t think about it once, until the days end. I wondered why it was so important for me to take the family out to dinner and a movie. It dawned on me as I laid down for bed. After two years, I may be swimming again. 
■ □ ■ □ ■ □ ■ ○ ■ □ ■ □ ■ □ ■
Who knew I’d have to wait a week for the transition.


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