When I was young, my dad he died
And left us so dried up inside
There was no way to help explain
The basic anguish or the pain,
Through all these years we’ve hid it well
And never did that sadness tell
It’s simply there reminding me
Of all that life once used to be
It’s too late now, none can catch up
This heritage is our sad cup !
Claire V. Bogdanos 