Sadness
eyes dry like dishes
chipped and cracked from overuse
tears betray you
holding them back betrays me
You have died, and I will miss you
I will long for the father I wished for
And I will ache for the one I had
The imperfect one
the impatient one
the human one.
I will look for you, when I hopefully arrive in Heaven
I will dive into your open arms
smothering you with kisses
the way I never did in real life
because you would have none of that
then.
eyes dry like dishes
chipped and cracked from overuse
tears betray you
holding them back betrays me
You have died, and I will miss you
I will long for the father I wished for
And I will ache for the one I had
The imperfect one
the impatient one
the human one.
I will look for you, when I hopefully arrive in Heaven
I will dive into your open arms
smothering you with kisses
the way I never did in real life
because you would have none of that
then.
Jane, you touched a beautiful but raw nerve in this post. My own father kissed me for the first time--on his death bed at age 72 (1978) and never ONCE said to me, "I love you, son".
ReplyDeletePossibly it was I who shunned him, and refused the attention he might have been willing to give.
Yes, Jane. I understand.
Condolences.
PEACE.
Steve
Dear Jane!
ReplyDeleteMy condolences.
I'm on vacation, but I read and cried with you.
I hope he is now the best place in this vast universe.
a strong hug.
Jane...I am so very sorry for your loss...
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