Petronella Steevensz
Dad
every step I take
carries me away
from the day you died
carries me away
from the day you died
every step I take
hurts my soul feet
like those Sunday’s shoes
of days long gone
that hurt with every step
on our way to church
your hand consolingly holding mine
those shoes were nothing
compared to this unyielding finality
with life pushing me to go on
to run and dance and walk
in painful shoes that will not yield
and you
not around
to hold my hand this time
compared to this unyielding finality
with life pushing me to go on
to run and dance and walk
in painful shoes that will not yield
and you
not around
to hold my hand this time
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