Joy and Pain of Memories

He is now a band of sky, a bird, a cloud, a stream of blue drifting by in midafternoon, a dragonfly, a butterfly, a ray of light dancing by, a sheet of loose paper floating in the wind with my poem scribbled on it. He now rides in the rippling waves of Everglades that glisten in the summer sun. He comes to me in feelings deepening - in gravity, energy, peace, commotion, the tide. He is forever August, forever June… an ocean wave never reaching the shore (the sand and sun evermore), a smile, a tear, laughter that never ends, a child’s young, inquisitive mind, a friend, the sweet voices of home, the comfort of my favorite place, in a photo or the sun upon my face. Perhaps, he’s eternal summer, youth running with ease in his favorite shorts and flip-flops, hair sun-bleached tumbling free, or one feather floating high on the ocean breeze. I often see his face in fluffy clouds blurred beyond my tears, singing sixties rock-and-roll, a country song or hymn. He is the music playing in my ear again and again and the warm, tropical air filling me within. He lives in the cozy log cabin in a clearing of pines and in the largemouth bass jumping from the lake at dawn’s break, He’s the tortoise sunning on the shore, the buck running wild, the heartbeat of a father that cried when he held his baby for the first time. He is my joyful memories, a new day and the seconds I live till I see him again. He is the wind calling my name, dancing with the leaves on the trees… he is water, he is air, he is in my eyes and theirs. He is in Heaven but his love is everywhere. My dad passed away June 21, 2002. He was 52 years old. Summer was his favorite time of year and is the season I miss him most. Written, 3/7/15 for The Pain of Night Contest
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Chakrabarty Avatar
March 11, 2015 at 5:50 AM
Rhonda how wonderful ."..the heartbeat of a father holding his baby for the first time, the joy of my morning, the pain of night, and the wind calling my name, dancing with the leaves on the trees..." God bless. Congrats on win...Rajat
Allison Avatar
March 10, 2015 at 3:32 PM
Dropping back with my congrats Rhonda:-) Hugs Jan xx
Reams Avatar
March 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM
Congrats on your win! Thank you very much for supporting my contest. This has a lot of imagery the memory and loss.
Haight Avatar
March 10, 2015 at 9:00 AM
Rhonda, such a beautiful poem, filled with imagery of your pain..."he is in Heaven but his love is everywhere." Congratulations on your fine win. Hugs, Sandra
Allison Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 10:03 AM
Oh how I can relate to this one Rhonda - brilliantly penned good luck in the contest:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
Sirak Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 7:42 AM
Wow!!! This one is absolutely stunning. A fav for me and a 7!
Trifiatis Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 4:23 AM
What a phantasmagoria of expressions beautifully versed! A seven from dear, Rhonda. Good luck!
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