For Dad (Hour 8)

I rub the place between my eyes
The pain from simply feeling

I step outside to view the skies
A hawk, it soothes my healing

I look for you in every cloud
You rarely let me down

I wish I’d said the things I felt
When I could share unbound

You knew I loved,
yet many words
left hanging in the air

You never heard
the words, I cried
when you were barely there

But:

You may have known
How could I know?
Until I’m where you’ve been

You show me, though
That you can pierce
A veil as yet unseen

Until we meet as two new souls
We live here in this scene
With you, your birds
And I, my thoughts

Existence in between.

Copyright 2023, SashaS

5 thoughts on “For Dad (Hour 8)

  1. Hauntingly beautiful! ” Until we meet as two new souls…” Beautiful imagery and language. I love the rhyming couplets scattered throughout at beginning…rhyme scheme is child-like and very appropriate as you are talking to your dad. Beautiufl work!

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