My God



A tiny poem

My God died

when a tear rolled

from my father's eye

as I changed that dressing

that last time.


It's not like He was alive…

not really. I had chased Him out

of my life as you know. 

But you, you who loved Him so well,

tell me,  is He there by your side?

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