when i hear
blue eyes crying in the rain
i hear my father
say that was his father’s
favorite song.
when i hear
how great thou art
i hear my father’s tears fall
at that first funeral
of my life – his mother’s.
when in between the silence
of a long long night
i hear a heavy sigh, a rustle
drops of salty tears,
“knowing we’ll never meet again.”
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