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BEFORE THE GRAVE

My dear child
I am alive, and you have already 
Forgotten about me

Your absence has caused me much sorrow
The hush of your voice compounds the pain

How I wish that you were as faithful 
As that old oak tree that still stands
In the corner of the yard, giving shade 
From the sun’s rays

I can remember the joy, excitement 
And uncontrollable energy that flooded my heart
Upon the announcement of your conception 

And how can I forget, looking into your eyes
For the first time.

Your cry declaring your unique voice
And at the same time, begging for my embrace 
Of which I gave freely and constantly.

Now that my steps have become few
The sun’s glory is fading before my eyes
And this old house lives with pain
I sit alone and afraid.

My child
I am alive, and you have already 
Forgotten about me.

Wilford Barker.

 

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Bernadete van d...

For all the fathers and mothers who wish to hear the children’s voice, I send my love. 

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Wilford Barker

Hello Bernadete. 
Thank you for taking the time to encourage my heart.
Such a beautiful soul are you.
Peace and love.

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