A Father's Absence
How often I have imagined your face
Leaning in to kiss my cheek goodnight,
Your gentle hand stroking my hair;
Your voice, last I heard before daylight.
Each day, shortly after morning dawn,
You'd sing in the shower, your favorite song.
How great you'd smell with your cologne,
A manly scent that lingered all day long.
You'd cook your special scrambled eggs,
And we'd converse of plans we had that day.
Your hug goodbye would make me feel secure;
Those loving things conveyed a father's way.
Yes you existed, in my mind you were so real.
Each Father's Day I would imagine you...
You'd teach me things and dole out sage advice.
Alas, an absent father who I never knew.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Happy Father's Day to all you wonderful father's who have
dedicated your lives to raising your children.
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