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
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So beautifully done, Sandy. Tears in my eyes.......
Sandy, this was a great poem, and you know how I feel about poetry. I really felt your father while reading this, now I think I'll run into a corner and just weep...but in a good way.
Sandy, hopefully there will be more postings this week, but I'm jumping the gun and featuring your poem for 'Resurrection Sunday.' Thanks.
You had a GOOD dad, Sandy, obviously. This is heartwarming, loving, and a bit sad...
Beautiful, Sandy. Thanks for resurrecting it--I don't think I've seen it before.
Thanks, everyone. It warmed my heart to bring this back out.
I misss my dad too, for all his failings. (And you said you didn't do poetry...)
Sarah, I didn't say I don't do poetry. I said I don't it well enough to call myself a poet. I'll do most anything.
There's something to be said for shortcomings, too, Sarah. They often endear us to people, and even more often show us how we do't want to be.
Written straight from the heart, Sandy. I grew up without a dad, so I'm sniffing just a bit when I feel the love in this - sigh.
Rose, I'm sorry you grew up without a father. One of my daughters lost her father at age six and I know how many times during her life she wished she had a father around. If it helps any, my Dad loved everyone so you can claim and hold on to some of the love you feel in this.
The poem is sweet and tender, but the link at the bottom did me in. Between the two posts, you've done me in this morning. Apparently I deal with loss by locking it away and you unlocked that memory and dusted it off for me. Sigh. Bittersweet. Great poem.
Barb, I'm sorry I did you in. I hope in retrospect, it was a good doing in. ;-)
Absolutely breath-taking, Sandy. You must have had such a special relationship with your Dad. I'm sorry for your loss, which, even if our Dads aren't that great, still hurt.
Marilyn
You're right, Marilyn. I think most people miss parents, no matter how they felt about them growing up. The gave us life - and unless we hate ourselves, I guess we have to appreciate them for that.
wonderful....
Thank you, Jeni.
Sandy, Your crisp style jabs my heart with its poignancy! So loving and so beautiful filled with such hope. Your words are uplifting even though I can't relate to the memories. Thank-you, Thank-you
Thank you, Priscilla. I guess this man did fill me with hope. Maybe that's why I fell so quickly in love with Barack Obama.
I wonder if we can claim Barack for a daddy---
I think he is the greatest soul to occupy the head of any government EVER!!!
I agree that he is the greatest soul to occupy the head of any government, but think I'd have to claim him as a son instead of a father considering our ages. I'm proud to have him as a President, and would be proud to claim him as a father, a son, a friend, a brother, and only wish I had a husband like him.