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Apr 2012
Upon awaking I felt the tears already soaking my face
scrambling to remember what had gotten me to this point

He looked just the way he did
the day he left us
The kind smile and caring eyes I had grown so fond of
now smiling back at me yet again

He told me all the things I longed to hear from him
He was proud of who I had become and how you raised me
He gave me the aged advice I've needed to hear all these years
and explained to me what I did not understand
in that way only he could.

He gave me gumballs, but made sure they were in the exact colors I like
and we walked.
Just walked and talked and caught up.
Like I wish we could everyday.

I was so young when he left us
but I remembered him as if I saw him yesterday
down to the littlest details

They say our dreams are our innermost desires
last night I think my dreams were a passageway.
Jenna Richardson
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Jenna Richardson  Cleveland, Oh
(Cleveland, Oh)   
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