To My Dad

To my Dad -- his birthday was August 28th, he would have been 97, instead, he's been gone for 10 years. I miss him every minute of every day but not as much as years go by. Not as much is nuts. The pain is less but the loss is the same. Yes. Mother. I miss you too. But now is the worst time for me. It's the end of summer and you are all gone. I am alone here, in the place where summer was forever. I remember after my mother died, I was here with my dad and it was the first time since I was 20 that I had been here for more than a week end. My dad was so done in with the loss of my mother. I wrote;

I see him there now
standing in the bathroom,
Curtain in his hand
Looking out the window,
forehead leaning on the pane.
Oh. The Pain!

The journey is so difficult,
the traveling companions few.

The way is strewn with obstacles,
we often go forward rather than around.

We forget we can't climb up and over
anymore or maybe we can't see it till we get there.
Our eyes aren't what they used to be either.

But once we see that hurdle, we
sap the little strength we have proving
We can still move on the way we choose.

How can it be otherwise? If it were
it would mean we must retrace our steps..

Go back and correct the mistake?
Oh! No!

Who is there to see us do so?
The way is set and there is no turning back.

Who Made That Rule??

Who Could that Have Been?

He must not know the Father I know
Who welcomes you as you return from that journey
unwisely planned and foolishly attempted.

Not admitting an error
Not turning back to correct.


I Love You Dad and You Too Mom!!