I Miss My Dad

A friend posted about missing her Dad. I wrote this one about losing my Dad.


The Last Glance

Ancient trees tower in dreams,
Falsely guarding my old… young heart.
I see them now… from time to time,
Alluding and conspiring to make me forget.

Of all the harm visited me,
Of all the hurt bestowed,
Deepest of all my soul has known,
Is the hollow sound of your silence.

Those long summer days, nearly distant,
I could not have then known,
The lessons learned or strength instilled,
As we walked side by side into your nearing sunset.

I sing your song on quiet nights,
Through shiny eyes and muffled sounds,
No shiny words waxing,
Just the quiet beating of a shattered heart.

Awakened today with Mediterranean blue,
I glance at me for a moment still,
For one fantastic moment,
I see you in my sleepy eyes.

The foggy shroud lifts from the vale,
My walk interrupted more often now.
To pause and smile like you,
At the cardinal singing morning songs.

Though your cup is empty,
Fall smells more sweetly,
Love, I feel more deeply,
Shiny things matter no more.

Wholly my dull ache will persist,
This I surely know.
As I walk yet onward with you near,
Into a sunset of my own.

Patrick
11/25/2015