Over the Bridge
It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge
Is where I must go
The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother
over the bridge
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me
crossing the bridge
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair
looking closer I see
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare
I run right toward him
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug
it's then I remember
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried
I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me
and he promptly replied
he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up
because the suns almost gone
he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet
he gives me a hug
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know
I give a quick nod
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why
turning around
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge
when the sun leaves the sky
I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be
Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013
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