writing

Missing You

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s