Will I meet my father on the other side
and will I finally know him?
Will he embrace me at last … for once
and will I look into his eyes and understand?
Will he wipe away my tears
and take me to where my mother is resting?
Will she smile tenderly her eyes go soft
allowing me to forgive her?
I wonder what my place will be with these two people
what will they need from me what did they once expect?
What am I to give to those who gave me a life
even one for which I was not especially suited?
I suppose there would be an awkward silence at our reunion
and then perhaps we would laugh.
We were sometimes easy that way.
Wonderful
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Thanks Bob
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I have something in my eye…
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Sorry, but thanks. I was aiming for this to be specific but relatable.
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I love this, love this.
(FYI, I plan to go over the Rainbow Bridge)
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Thank you thank you. (If you see Jimi over there, tell him he’s excused…we all wanted to kiss the sky back then.)
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