Missing Him
June 14, 2006
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in the candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.
qazse 
September 1, 2006 at 4:15 am
that’s one of the most beautiful words you could say about your dad.
it hurts sometimes, but memories of him should be inspiration to you. that’s what he would have wanted right?
September 6, 2006 at 1:21 pm
thanks
January 22, 2008 at 2:41 pm
i really hate this poem
because it makes me think
of “him” alot
but then to think about it
i actually really like this poem
i miss you so much toulue
*sniff* *sniff*
January 25, 2008 at 12:27 am
booty, it is good to remember the ones we miss.