The Girl On the Shore

the girl on the shore.

my father, he died today
wordless, tearless grief
for the petered life
tendrils of sorrow that curls around your heart, most inconveniently
and the lingering dusting of sadness
constant

what is the measure
what is the worth
of a man's failings and his best efforts?

my father, he has crossed over
the door has closed, finally and forever
while we who live live the incessant demands
on this journey, first of grief
and then of dawning normalcy
till joy returns and laughter comes alongside

a breath, a shadow
so mere and too fleeting

i am the who the girl stands on the shore.
and the waves beckon with their endless and eternal song.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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