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Wipe those tears,
just sit here with me.
speechless. take in everything around you.
be at peace darling.
no need to be paranoid.
Its safe to swim today.
Just feel the water around you.
the sand between your toes.
remember do it speechless.
silent and grace like.
Paint a picture with your graceful presence.

for when we look back. This moment will be perfect.
No words to twist in my ageing mind.
Its beauty, and refreshing.
I can put myself in your shoes.
I would smile back. as I look at the bench we once sat in silence.
Knee deep in calm blue water. wiggling my toes in the soggy cool sand.
I acknowledge your happiness form the bench on the lake side.
As You keep a keen but approving eye on me as You watch me gracefully move through the water.

Little do people know. This is the last memory I have of my father.
It seems to be the only one not to bring depression and tons of questions.
You are not here. But my memories tell otherwise.
You are at that very park bench watching out for me all my life.
I feel your presence in any water. It told me that you said to dry my eyes.
If only if this memory lasted forever, for minutes later after this perfect memoir
mother wanted to leave for the air was getting colder.
Little did we know on the way back a car made us swerve off the road shoulder.
tumbling down a cliff until we slammed into a sturdy boulder.

Father was the first to pass quickly due to the impact and shattered glass.
Mother was painfully crying and passed slower due to bleeding from all over.
I was intact no bruises. I stayed silent because it was orders from father.
I thought they would wake up after a few days and come home and stay forever.
The days past and the hope grew weaker. as These days with father and mother are now forever over.
But still every night in my dreams Father lets me play in the calm blue water.