The Very Last
A son remembers his father...
By Dee LivingstonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Thandy Yung on Unsplash
I don’t know what’s in the future.
I don’t care about the past.
You’re here with me now until
The very last.
I fell and broke my arm and had to wear a cast.
You were there with me till the pain passed.
You were always there
Until that day you thought that I didn’t care.
You said to me, “I love you,” and turned around and left—
Yelled my name—I ran.
I followed you.
Felt confused and lost.
So I turned around.
That very night I cried thinking no one is ever there…
Until I got your call, and
You said, “I will always be there till the very last! Love you…and I will always be here.”
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Dee Livingston
Lover of Life, Learning and Love
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