Goodbye, Summer
I wait every year for the green season,
The season of the sun, the lilies and the warmth…
I pine through the winter,
I look through frost covered glass and moan…
The summer is at the threshold of our souls;
It stands clear as the solstice…
Yet this year I cannot accept it…
You see, my Dad loved this season, more than me…
My little sister texted me: “I miss Daddy so much already”;
I didn’t know what to say in response, my Daddy died…
I never knew the pain that would come with his death,
There is no compartment in my heart to accompany it;
I walk in a fog, every turn, I see his face;
He had such an impact on me, and my siblings;
Dad, I hated the cold with you, I couldn’t wait for the summer,
Please Daddy, understand, this year I say goodbye to summer,
It hasn’t yet arrived; I do see it coming…
I don’t want it to come, I want you here…
Goodbye summer, Goodbye Daddy…
© Joseph James
6/18/16
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