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A Fathers Guilt
Turning clocks and dripping grains of sand.
"Our time is running out."
The words reverberated of the stones and carried to his ears.
His jade eyes looks towards the minute hand and he knew the little girl was right.
He through his shovel to the ground and sunk his callused hands into the earth.
The small insects nestled underneath his finger nails as he dug deeper in the dirt.
Her sheiks and frightened words gave no hope to the old grave digger.
His hands were cracked and bled on the little girls finger tips as she reached for him to hold.
One final twist of her thumb in his palm was he felt to know that he had lost her.
The tombstone's concrete build sparkled in the new sons light.
It shined the words he had blacked from his past.
"Lesley Riel
1950-1955
Sleep Well Darling"
Now mud laid beneath his knees as he held tight to a skeleton hand.
His tears mixed with the early mornings dew causing the graves morbid puddles to seep into his clothes.
He couldn't save her from the harsh waters of the pond and now he felt as if,
She were drowning all over again.
