number eight!

The one poem that we read in class about the dad and he took his one daughter to grave sight of her sister, then gave the living daughter a kiss but it was really for his dead daughter. I forgot the title... I thought the poem was really interesting. It had kind of a different meaning though in a way like I felt bad for the dad. And then I thought about it more, kind of outside of the poem, I feel bad for living daughter because now she has to live up to the expectations to the dead sister now. That's just me thinking but I thought that the poem was very good and it made me think about things.