The Road to Dad

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I see the road to your lap so clearly,
The long winded red brick road, with tulips, roses, your favorite flowers, 
It calls out for me whenever I pass by,
Then why do I hesitate to take this road?

 The other roads are similar,
They don't offer me the love that the red brick road does,
    but it offers other stuff that seem worldly,
I don't hesitate to plunge on those roads.

 I can see you sitting at the end of the road, 
waiting on your rocking chair, 
     you have been waiting for me,
Our eyes meet and I can see the longing in your eyes,
    as you can see the longing in mine.

 I have had these moments before,
But I still take the other roads,
Deep within I know I will always find you there,
At the end of the road on your rocking chair, waiting for me.

 I did the same today,
But in a fleeting moment of despair, I ran back to the brick road,
But I cant see you sitting on your rocking chair, 
I run, I run on this road that always invited me but I never gave in, 
But you are not here anymore,
He is not here anymore.

 I sit on the rocking chair and stare down the red brick road...the road to Dad...

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