Boxes,

wrapped in white and silver,

still sit in my closet,

Sixteen years later,

unopened.

You left us this day,

unannounced.

Unexpectedly.

I talk to you all the time.

I wonder if you hear

if there is a beyond.

Or perhaps your spirit lies

behind one of your own

great-grandchildren’s eyes?

You are still missed.

You always will be.

Miss you Dad.