TO MY DADDY
I am in the same room
The same time
The same place . . .
You are here, Daddy,
And, you are not.
Lost, drifting . . .
Where are you?
Daddy! I need you!
Why do I think?
You!
Why do I believe?
You!
Do you hear me?
Understand? Do you?
Do I hear and understand?
Or, is it my longing
To have my Daddy back
That makes my faith
Go beyond its means,
And, take us back,
Together,
To what once was . . .
So beautiful Martha. I love the questions you asked... the longing and the movement of the poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Melissa! This was not difficult to write as the emotions were right on my sleeve.
DeleteLove to you!