Come To Pass

I’ve got something bearing on my mind
For this one day a year
Kills me like a crime.
My dearest father.
My hero.
My light.
The closest thing I’ve got to flight
I find myself celebrating .
Every time
Your birthday is mine.
Conditions ingrained, crested and deep
Traditions I carry.
Forever and keep
©Rarenwise 6-17-16


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