I'm afraid to go outside because
I feel him everywhere. This was
his home. The trees sway in the
wind, and I feel as though he's
listening. To what, I don't know.
I think of him as the sun reflects
across the water, and I remember
the times when I felt at peace,
the times where he was actually
happy.
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Author:
Merissa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Couldn't think of a good title. This one is also about my father. He always loved nature and wanted to be apart of it. We actually spread his ashes over a hill in a natural park of some sort. I don't remember where but I do remember that we had to break into the place by crawling underneath the gate. Good memories. :-)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
He will always be with you Merissa.
Andy
A fine write Merissa.
This is a beautiful poem to honor your dad, Merissa!
Why do I read a contradiction within your words. Where you talk of fear and a time 'where' he was happy.
I don't like thinking about him but he, my father, was happy in nature and when we were out in nature it was the only time he showed true affection for me.
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