Barren are the carpeted slopes on a faraway hill
Where reality and reflections were once surreal
The song of your stillness blows across the field
In a rehearsal of emptiness; now nothing is real
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Children lost in play amid the mounds of green
Spindled cribs of white; a simplistic kind of scene
A hollow by the pond; you and mom were seen
Listen to the lullaby; it’s peaceful and serene
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It’s almost time to go now; there’s nothing left to do
Everyone is leaving; the sun is even blue
I came here once more to hum a song for you
It’s only been a while; it seems a day or two
I miss you
Daddy
December 1, 2010
6 comments:
In movies I have seen the cemeteries in your country, which are well maintained and beautiful, an ideal final resting place for your loved ones. I could see you there.
I go every Sunday to spend a little time with my dad. Sometimes, I just miss him terribly. He is in a military cemetery and it is very well maintained.
Everyone is leaving, aren't they? Makes one wonder, if they are leaving home or returning home
Thank you bluebird. You have pointed out an excellent thought to ponder. I think, knowing my daddy, he returned home.....
Your tribe is vanishing rapidly. Quite moving and beautiful.
Thank you kindly, anilkrup. I often times find myself thinking more and more of his absence
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