Nature's Memory


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


  • Author: Merissa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2021 17:29
  • 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
  • Views: 45
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  • Goldfinch60

    He will always be with you Merissa.


  • orchidee

    A fine write Merissa.

  • FredPeyer

    This is a beautiful poem to honor your dad, Merissa!

  • dusk arising

    Why do I read a contradiction within your words. Where you talk of fear and a time 'where' he was happy.

    • Merissa

      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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