A few days ago was an anniversary I don't like to remember but will never forget. My father passed away 17 years ago on December 28. I have now lived one year longer without him than with him.
My heart is silent,
for it knows
what happened on this day.
A missing piece
was taken out
when Daddy passed away.
It matters not
how long the years,
the pain won't disappear;
Although it isn't
daily now,
grief still visits here.
My heart may now be silent,
but someday it will sing,
the day when my race finishes
and God ends all suffering.
2 comments:
Beautiful. Thank you.
My youngest writes
with heartfelt verse
the thoughts I cannot voice.
She paints the pictures
in my heart
the colors dim, morose.
But then the joy,
the hope fulfilled
reunited we rejoice!
Gorgeous, Kristine. From your lips to heaven.
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