Written in 2007 Just prior to Father's day.
© David Wainland 2007
The sounds of thunder followed me
from Florida to New Jersey.
Chasing me through airports
and down highways.
Casting darkness all about
hiding the light of day.
Out of the wet afternoon
stepped my daughter.
She held her children tight
against the deluge of tears.
We embraced and knew in her the link
that I lost when my son died.
Matthew, my grandson, smiled
and wrapped himself around my legs.
Hannah, only four years
beamed at me from her mother's arms.
A wall of emotion cascaded down
reminding me I still had those to love.
Tomorrow I will return home
still without him, but closer.
And when the plane cracks the sky
I will be the nearest I can be on Father's Day


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I didn't know you hailed from NJ. I'm just northeast of Philly.
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