Ever since you left for another world,
my whole life turned around.
Sometimes I couldn't say a word;
sometimes I couldn't even make a sound.
As I stare at an old photo of you,
the one question lingering in my mind is "When?"
When will I be able to do things I used to do?
When can I possibly ever see you again?
Then behold a memory of your small, goofy smile.
I remember now, you never said "farewell."
Rather, you said, "So long for a little while;
"I believe in you. I know you'll do well."
Feelings of sorrow and loneliness no longer in chains,
a stream of tears breaks free.
I promise, father, maybe someday
I will bring back the girl I used to be.
03.17.10
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
