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My Father's Love Echo
The arrival of his departure
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.
I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.
In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most.
I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
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CayCay Jennings
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