The father

A little girl alone
in a field
of flowers.

She sees no beauty.

Abandoned,
by the man she loves.
Yearning,
to hold
his hand.

He was to be her guide,
Her hero.

Waiting,
She looks for him
in others.

Their arrows of love,
Bounce off her heart.
No warrior of eros
could win.

Years of lost opportunities,
culminate.
Towards death,
He returns,
Professing his love,
His ignorance.

Forgiveness
Melts walls of pain,
Lifts a fog of anger.

Love
repairs heartbreak.

The child in the field watches.

Awakening
to what could have been.

She looks up to the sky,
and laughs so hard,
she falls to the ground.

Giggling,
Crying,
Tears of joy flow
Down her cheeks,
Nourishing the flowers
Blooming all around.

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