The loss of your father,
no matter how old you are,
changes your life forever.
Your dad is your protector
who keeps you safe and secure.
You never really get over the loss.
You learn to live with the loss,
and he is never far from your thoughts.
There is an indescribable amount
of grief after losing a father.
Losing a father often means
losing a protector,
a guiding hand,
a best friend,
and a superhero.
But focusing on all
the incredible memories
you shared and the amazing man
he was can help bring light into your darker days.
No matter how old we are, we still need our dads, and wonder how we’ll get by without them.
Moved around a lot
plastic with newness
roses blousy with thorns and white
pecked leaves mottled.
Resist these yards’ allure
crackers’ friendly waves
Pedal to the Haven
piles of fill, construction
reduced tombs of left over
bricks mounds of playtimes
trenches in which to ****
Trenches in which
mosquito larvae swim
willow branches are
pieces of drywall
soaked grenades and
are the guns.
Summer haircut flat nest of
face and scalp burnt. Enough
pieces of bikes to Frankenstein
one fine ride.
From the top of the hill
rumbles down to barrel
stops. Let the
Close out the day draw its
petty dread adrenalined
Panting cuz you are
late and he said
pink stucco flakes and
He’s a tar cracked heel
small white dot
thinks about a
lot, these yards
landscapes drifted, curled with
feet to face, conserve his
Freedom of a bike; it's not a crime to be poor; dread
Have I captured your soul?
Your tone sepia as if nostalgic
A memory a place held in my heart
Can I hold your words a little closer
They feed me in the dark dreary night
Sometimes your words are as colourful as a child's painting
There's no faking sincerity
Your words cast a rainbow over me.
Sorrows of the world.
A child that cries, an angel that fall.
A child that starves, a thousand of stars fall.
A child that is sad, a human heart stop.
And for a child, this heart will stop.
I have been waiting
for her to pick me off the shelf
To remember me as fondly
as I dream of her nightly
Wanting nothing more than to be
used like her favorite toy
The one she played with as a child
when holding each other came simple
For her to lay me next to her heart
during the dim nights under gods shadow
Giving up on the complexities
of the never ending day before us
While engulfing each other in stories
of an emotion we remembered as love
— The End —