Loss
Melancholy
Nostalgia
A homage to the past
That encompasses bored Sunday's
We spent together
Looking out the bay windows
In inclement weather
Beside a log fire
After lunch
Every bit the family squabbling
My Dad would say
Familiarity breads contempt
How right he was
How we fought and never thought
Of what he was speaking of
When the fog finally cleared
And reality settled
The **** had truly hit the fan
And all that was left
Was everybody looking back
Melancholic nostalgically
Fractured protracted
Reminiscent of missing
We pay the cost of loss
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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