HH Joy Dionne
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I stood thirty yards away
Looking on, but couldn’t see your face
I heard your screams
And I saw your knees wading in the river beneath dad’s grave
Your brittle heart in his big blue shirt
Wounded to the core
I witnessed your hurt
Screaming, ‘Why!’ toward God with stained needs at your lover’s grave.
Then a shriek, “Why Dave!”
From that moment on, I could never bother you.
Eight-year-old logic said, “I got this.”
Decided to do it on my own.
Eight years of age, and already grown -- hh joy dionne
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Thirty YardsI stood thirty yards away Looking on, but couldn’t see your face I heard your screams And I saw your knees wading in the river beneath dad’s grave Your brittle heart in his big blue shirt Wounded to the core I witnessed your hurt Screaming, ‘Why!’ toward God with stained needs at your lover’s grave. Then a shriek, “Why Dave!” From that moment on, I could never bother you. Eight-year-old logic said, “I got this.” Decided to do it on my own. Eight years of age, and already grown -- hh joy dionne  |
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