— a letter from the daughter you left behind
as we cross this field of daffodils, i'll grasp your hand in mine, while the sun's last embers illuminate the path to where we'll find the final resting place of one you knew so well, whose name now etched in stone, embraced by moss and all. i'll dry the tears that fall as thoughts of teaching her abound, of vowels and consonants she learned with you around. and as you speak the words you wish you'd said before, i'll gently pat your back as you weep for what's no more.
the little girl you once held dear, now gone from earthly view, if only you'd been man enough to see your promise through.
| 'veriteaˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹
YOU ARE READING
across the bridge of adulthood
Puisipoetry the colors i once wielded with ease, now lay forgotten in a dusty breeze. my brushes, once a conduit of expression, now sit stiff and lifeless, a sad reflection. for life has taken hold, and with it brought the challenges of adulthood, so dea...
