My body has been signally me
It is tired it keeps saying.
That is understandable
Due to physical age and
An amount of stress
I find debilitating.
So in these days or
Months or years
That I have left
Will I ever be free of grief?
The answers are in the hands of
My daughters whose names
I run through Google
Peoplefinders, Intellius
For any word or pictures
Of their lives now.
They hate me for a reason
Or reasons they will not
Share with me except to
Say... endless abuse ...
And I do not know this
Abuse, known as endless.
I do not know my transgression.
Like the man convicted
To spend his life in prison
Who claims - and is determined
To be - innocent,
I now spend my days thus.
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