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Monday, April 16, 2012

Papa

My skin feels the lingering
touch of your hand
strong, callused hands
that were never supposed to leave
Still feels the soft curly hair
on the tips of my fingers
You are the booming laugh
that echoes in the hollows
your absence leaves in my heart
I was so sure you were
too strong to ever fall
The cold marble proves me wrong
the only tangible reminder
you ever were here with me
I don't need that stone
to know what I lost
every shaky beat remembers
brings a pulsing ache
I'll never forget being held
in the gentlest of embraces
will never feel as safe
as I felt in your love
so sure and true
Wait at the gates of heaven
I'll be along soon enough
soon enough the missing piece
will be whole again.

4 comments:

  1. Just commented on this loveliness of this remembrance over at Poetic Bloomings, Tracy, about how we hope you're not in a rush, but that it does give one comfort that we will eventually be reunited with those we love. Thanks again, Amy Barlow Liberatore
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/04/09/billie-holiday/

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  2. Very nice work. Hopefully the gates will be open!

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  3. This was a great loving tribute to your Papa. I am sure that as he reads it he is very proud of what you wrote, but I am also sure that he would tell you to take your time in getting to the gates and that he has a lot of patience and hopes to wait many, many years before he sees you there. I think you were very blessed to have been held in such a loving embrace and to feel the love that was giving so freely. Would not the world be a wonderful place if every child was also so blessed.

    Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story about your father with us at Theme Thursday. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

    God bless.

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  4. very nice...a bit bitter sweat for hte loss and the memories but a kind and loving tribute to your papa...and one day you will see him again...

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