Dad, I think of you
You fade like a painting in
the sun. After five years,
I remember your voice, the weight
of your walk and the beauty of your proud, kind eyes.
But I cannot fit you in.
I cannot imagine your place with my children or your
responses to my teacup dry
of those other talked-about accomplishments.
I cannot place my load onto your brave and loving mind,
nor need I prove to you my passion
and the quality of my drive.
It is all under water, unforetold, vacant
of those clung-to prophecies.
It is like a draft by a door that can no longer be controlled.
It just enters and chills but either way, it cannot be helped.
Sometimes days go by and you haven’t held my thoughts,
and then I retreat, shocked, guilty, propped up before all
these ghosts. Time kills eternity like a footprint on untouched
sand. I love you, but who I am now, with you,
would have never come to stand.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Screech Owl”
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