You come in flashes,
taking my hand at times
or simply whispering my name.
Memories wash over me,
flooding my soul
like a river.
But then it is dry again,
and I find myself grasping
to recall:
your voice
your touch
your smell
your essence
SLC feels empty;
somber and stifled;
lonely and still.
A great man has left,
to return home
to all that was before
and shall come after.
I love you Dad,and I miss
your "Top of the Mornings"
Rest in Peace,
until we meet again.
3 comments:
My Daddy is still alive. A doctor made a mistake and took a beautiful strong man from tending his cows, mending fences,& growing hay. He sits a lot of the days away remotely changing channels from one news station to the next, & then the weather channel. Thousands of miles away , I hide, making my own dreamworld. Wishing I could be in my Daddy's shadow where I spent my childhood.You make me yearn for him.
My Daddy is still alive. A doctor made a mistake and took a beautiful strong man from tending his cows, mending fences,& growing hay. He sits a lot of the days away remotely changing channels from one news station to the next, & then the weather channel. Thousands of miles away , I hide, making my own dreamworld. Wishing I could be in my Daddy's shadow where I spent my childhood.You make me yearn for him.
Hmmm may his soul rest in peace.. He is lucky to have a child like you :) beautifully written ..
Stay blessed..
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