Thursday, February 19, 2015


February 20, 2015 would have been my Dad's 92nd birthday. 
This birthday will have no pain or suffering.


I want to touch your hands again.
I memorized the shape of every finger;
the ones that held, fixed, carried, loved.

The hands I clutched on your last walk on this earth
after sixty years of steps
across the living room and back.

Then for two days we circled, spoke in your ear,
held those hands, wept, questioned,
and we were one - covered in your final gift.

You know the glory now, Dad,
the reward for always choosing love -
and we are bereft here

on the surface of this incendiary planet
to wait
and wonder.


Shadow said...

aren't we fortunate we get to keep the memories...

Lovely tribute.

Jennifer Sawyer said...

I, too, wait and wonder.