Jun 2016
The ether’d suggested,
“Say something.”
I didn’t.
The photos bombarded,
“Say something.”
And I didn’t once more.
His widow plead, cried,
“Say something”
I couldn’t.
One daughter begged,
“Remember?
And I couldn’t once more.
But I bought a cake,
“Daddy?”
Lit the candles,
“Daddy?”
And he didn’t;
And he wouldn’t
Answer,
Because I never did.
“Say something.”
I didn’t.
The photos bombarded,
“Say something.”
And I didn’t once more.
His widow plead, cried,
“Say something”
I couldn’t.
One daughter begged,
“Remember?
And I couldn’t once more.
But I bought a cake,
“Daddy?”
Lit the candles,
“Daddy?”
And he didn’t;
And he wouldn’t
Answer,
Because I never did.
Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places of your past.
