My Crystal Decanter

There is a longing in my soul, the emptiness created by the absence of my fathers role. I have had the happiness any child could wish for, I have had the sadness no child should endure. I imagined you my whole life, holding me, scolding me… Putting your arms around my shoulder whilst we walked, tripping me from behind like some fathers do. Sitting under the stars, stoking the fire, listening to your stories, talking about glories past... I’ve searched my whole life for someone to fulfil your role, teachers, preachers, non can plug this hole. Anyway your gone, I’ve never met you, you were taken in your prime. All I got left is your decanter, we’ll always share the wine. csd