And Ever Since I Am In Search For You

I still recall that fateful day you came To bless us—a day over three decades Back, but still fresh in mind filled with self-blame, So deep has been my guilt, it never fades. I well can understand you were upset— So hurt that I was not there to take you In father’s fond arms, his proud eyes nigh wet, No less than you, my child, the day I rue. Mayhap, you had no time even to weep, Nor wait for me many a miles apart, Your mother in a deeply-induced sleep, You left alas soon as came, broken heart, To leave us in a pointless life-long search, Perhaps for a more sanguine warmer perch. ________________________________________ Sonnet |10.12 2008| daughter, father