- To my grave -
Often, I wonder,
Your exact thoughts at that time -
Fears, worries,
And the pang of regrets,
Knowing it's time up,
What more could have been done,
Or were you done
With it?
Oh, father, was it so lonely?
I could not be there
To hold your hands, to say
It's ok, and you are going to be fine,
That I'll not leave your side,
To be with you
Helping with your last moments.
I know you found peace.
Will I find peace
Taking this remorse
To my grave?
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