Treasure Island

Vincent Kuo

(04 April 1989)

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The Parting

My father's hand was big and warm
As he gently squeezed my hand
Mild and mellow was his shape and form
Though my thoughts were more than I could stand
The time to part was drawing near
Emotions welled up in my little chest
I held onto him in buried fear
Still, reality had yet to manifest
I looked over at the dreaded red door

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