Triste Repas

He was smiling,

Yet breaking from inside.

His child’s death

made him lose his appetite.

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I was there,

Watching him cry.

I couldn’t say a word

Making me lose my mind.

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I, his daughter,

couldn’t comfort him.

While he was sobbing,

with his son’s memory burning within.

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He pulled himself together,

can’t let his heart shatter.

Told me about his memories

How happy he seemed

while sharing his stories.

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He laughed while trying

to bring his dead son alive.

But the truth was daunting

Veiling a mask over our smile

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I tried to comfort him

with my presence.

But he was still mourning

for his dead son's absence.

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Oh! My poor heart

What a tragedy it is

Seeing your father cry

while losing his appetite.

He was smiling

Yet breaking from inside

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