For my father, who passed away on Father’s Day, June 17, 2007 at 44 years old.
I wrote this poem months later in order to sort through my feelings about his life and death, his absence from my own life, and general confusion about how I was supposed to feel and what I should and should not do.
Today, the memories of him are all good ones . 🙂
Oh, how I searched for you,
for you captivated my heart
years ago.Oh, how it still cries for you,
reacting to fuzzy images I can’t
Oh, how angry you made me,
Oh, how lonely you must have been,
Oh, how I longed to call for you,
Oh, how my guilted soul questions,
Oh, if you could feel my heart,
Oh, if you could hear me,
Oh, what a painful memory,
Oh, how I wish for your happiness,