In Memory Of: A Collection of Poetry

By Richard Adcock

I was 42 years old when my father had passed. My Aunt Lorretta travelled from
Springfield, MO to attend the funeral. After the service she had gathered the family
up and took pictures. One picture had my brothers, Kenneth and Howard, and myself.
Howard was eleven years older than me, the oldest of us, while Kenneth was seven ye

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitFire Publishing
• Release date: Sep 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643986159

Richard Adcock

"I was born in Kansas City, MO and currently live in Independence, MO. I started writing in 2013 as a way to cope with the loss of my sister, as well as the tragedies and losses I've experienced through the years. I have a passion for music and have played guitar self-taught for thirty years, as well as self-teaching piano for two years. I'm a great grandfather as of 2018. I've been a commercial truck driver for twenty two years, though I consider it more of a hobby than a job. I had previously published a book entitled Sometimes I Daydream."

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In Memory Of

A Collection of Poetry

Copyright © 2019 by Richard Adcock

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In

Memory Of

A Collection of Poetry

by

Richard Adcock

Contents

Acknowledgments

A Dark Crimson Rose

Empty

It’s Better This Way

Living in Fear

Regrets Haunt Today

The Old Man in the Swing

Only the Dead Know

Just Let Me Die

I Wait for the End

Slipped Away

Peacefully I Sleep

Waiting

The Polluted River

Bad Dream

Does It Matter?

I’m Dying Again

The Boyfriend

A Girl with No Face

What’s New?

Vengeance

An Early Morning Run

Disappear

Passerby

Shattered

Broken Stitches

It Takes Forever

Let Him Bleed

The Obituary

The Breakup

It’s Not That Important

Rusted Memories

How I Die

Hearing Loss

Midnight Love

The Last Christmas

The Ring

A Nobody

Weeping Willow

That Old Guitar

Lonesome Runner

Pimps at the Pulpit

No Place Deep Enough

Sunday Morning

The Train

A Lullaby

The Clock Stopped

The Snake on the TV Screen

A Kiss

Chasing Memories

Music and Coffee

Sticks and Stones

A Sad Note

Daddy

Hidden Secrets

Grand Old School

Something’s Missing

Dawn of a New Morning

What Could Be Worse?

How Many More?

Mississippi Blues

Who Knows Why

Snatched from the Crib

You Killed the Dog, but You Didn’t Kill Me

In memory of Erick Adcock

Even though he was with us for only three months, I still remember what happened right after he was born. I was in the delivery room. The nurse was wrapping him up and getting him ready for the nursery. When she finished, she turned over to me and asked, You want to take him to the nursery, Dad? I was the first one out of the family to hold him. Sadly, I was also the last to hold him.

On October 10, 2003, my granddaughter was stillborn. She was alive for the full term, up until the time right before she was born. She died in the womb for