Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Goodbye


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:

Anonymous said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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.

Arfah Afaqi Zia said...

Hmmm may his soul rest in peace.. He is lucky to have a child like you :) beautifully written ..
Stay blessed..