I am Your Father

Pick up the pieces of the petals threw
The bride and the groom ran like the wind blew
One had spoken up to why not to wed
Harsh words were spoken the vows never said

The accuser stood hat held in his hands
Before the groom left he threw him the bands
Chest heaving with tears the man held his head
Reached in his pocket then shot himself dead

Story was told later to those not there
Seems the accuser once had an affair
He kept it silent so as not to slur
He stood to tell all I am your father

© 2011 Michael Yostvintage-microphone-vector-thumb2289339






9 responses to “I am Your Father

  1. I liked threw, blew better than thrown, blown…


  2. dang…nice and twisty…i like it! really well done story telling…


  3. Nicely done…twists…turns..tragedy. Vb


  4. Holy macaroni – I really like this one Michael 😀

    Awesome story xx


  5. Damn you Darth. I ejoyed this poem. Good story telling.


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