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failing to see which road would be best,
not knowing how much i've really been blessed-
too much time on my hands with too much fear,
wishing you, my father, were still near

cramped in a box without room to breathe,
needing more than this life can believe-
my constant friend is gone like the breeze in Spring,
as I hear the sparrows in your birdhouse sing

my reason for good health has been taken away,
little to do with the words that they say-
not living as I should when on the road that you led,
thinking of you lying gently on your death bed

i remember your aftershave in the morn,
before work in your suit---(now I'm tattered and torn)
afraid to go forward without you by my side,
wishing i could run to your loving arms and hide

a father, a friend, too much pain to have to bear,
i'll always wish we had more time to spare-
loving and dying and crying without you,
fearing my sobriety will somehow fall through

but i sit and watch your sparrows create a family,
remembering how important you are to me-
i miss you and wish you were holding me in youth,
hoping that you can hear my truth

a porch swing to feel the breeze whisper a secret,
knowing it's a gift- (and i shall always keep it)-
living so that you can be proud of me,
i miss you, dear father...
                      for you're the sparrow in me


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to my dad- who every year watched the sparrows mate and create a family in his special birdhouse on his porch. I heard them singing and wrote this poem.

Love you, dad- I pray you are listening to the sparrows in heaven with Karen...

love,
your little girl

-luloo
7.23.21

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