Our Father
Your face is hidden from me now
And I am in mourning
I whispered to you daily asking for guidance
I received a blade to slice out my ravaged and torn memories
But they still linger in the wound
Itching them I still recall my prayer to you
The prayer feels dead but still the itching
I put another quarter in the meter
Time helps and heals
But I hear that familiar song
When we meet up yonder, we’ll stroll hand in hand again
I see all of you in my heart
And you are missed
Blue Eyes Cyin In The Rain
For my Father who died yesterday
March 26 , 2019
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2019
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