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Poems For My Step-Dad (Dad) Drifting into sleep in my long princess-like garmet.
Violins playing a haunting melody at a distance.
Awaken by the voice which called my name.
I know that voice.
The only light bright enough to awake me is the candle next to me.
Out my window I see the Red Sea and its black waters.
Waves crashing within each other.
The full moon is the only lamp within the night.
A Shadow walking at the shore.
In my eyes its a black blur.
The Shadow, coming closer, becomes a man in black attire.
His voice echoes my name.
As I rushed for the heavy door,
he was there.
Sitting at my chair.
Crying my tears of guilt and sorrow.
Even in death had he been haunting my everlonging peace.
Though time had passed, his memory remained.
