There at the edge of nothing
someone waits for me.
His essence fills the air
enabling me to breathe.
I draw the life he exhaled
so very long ago,
pull it deep inside
to energize my soul.
Memories of his voice
crawl up my spine,
the volume of his silence
screams away lost time.
Words he once spoke
circle my heart
echoing his wisdom
promising we'll never part.
His love reaches out to hold me
from wherever he lives now
to hug without a touch
and comfort me somehow
There at the edge of nothing
everything waits for me
heart, soul, love, and life
things he'll always be
Sandy Knauer


Comments: 31
Felix
Nice picture of your dad too. : )
everything waits for me
heart, soul, love, and life
things he'll always be
You are most definitely a poet, Sandy.
Thanks, Barb. His voice is the most comforting sound in the world to me (I still hear it at times). Strangely, the electric saw might be a close second. I'm sorry you share the never-getting-over-missing-our-fathers experience with Wilma and me.
Thanks,
Victoria
I really like this poem