why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy]

why did you take
my daddy away.

at age two he could
now talk and ask.
six months earlier
I had to tell him and
his family that dad
would never be
coming home again.

I kept the details to myself;
that he’d blown off half
his face with a shotgun
in the field,
and how I went
into shock
when I had to identify
what was left of him
at the morgue.

I work for God,
I told him, I’m not
God. but neither God
nor I took your daddy.
Your daddy decided
to go. And God is
taking care of him
now, for when the
two of you will
see each other
again. someday
in heaven.

those who say
that people will be
better off without them,
don’t have a clue.

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