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
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