The banging of the radiator made sleep a distant memory and yes, you were my first thought.
At this time of year your spirit and essence is always quite near.
Why that is, I have no idea, as I didn’t know you at all.
I only know what I’ve been told, glimpsed your image on a fading photograph taken in the 60’s way before I came into existence.
I see me in your eyes and wonder what it would have been like to know you. To hear your laugh, to place my little hand in yours. To look up at you with admiration, to share an ice cream cone with you. To say, “Hi daddy.”
My heart has healed over time and I have traded pain, frustration and anger for poetic memorials. They suit me best. Frowns don’t wear well on my face. Hurt gives me heartache. Lyrical lines are my life line now. They soothe me.
All I can do is pray that I can make my way to you in the proper time. No rushing on this end because there is much I would like to do here. But when that time comes, I will meet you at the majestic beach, transformed back into a child. Take my hand and walk with me across the white sands of heaven. Tell me your story. Make me understand. No judgments, no demands. I will listen. I long to soak up your voice as you tell me your tale.
Make my thoughts reality with truism. Teach me you.
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