A Blessing

Father, my heart does ache for us Ripped out of my life, by evil snatchers With a knife in someone’s hand I heard you didn’t stay in the house Where my bedroom was with crib and toys Where you taught me how to write Where I rode the red tricycle and played Where I met my very best friend nearby As she was taken from me tragically The house stayed standing just as it was You left it there, when you passed away Now, it is there years later, falling down Fallen memories just like all of ours Filled with holes, like those left behind So deep, so dark, to almost be lost in The words I never got to speak haunt me But, I have seen belongings you left behind The bible, the cards, the photos, the poetry Poetry written by my uncle, even the rocks The very things that remain in my life now You will never be let go, within my heart Your presence in my early years, a blessing Heidi Sands 8/20/17