Still Dealing With The Sad
I picked up the phone again
Was about to call to check on you
I forget that you are gone now
That your race down here is through
I’m so used to checking on you
Trying to make sure you’re okay Dad
Fighting through this damn COVID,
the bureaucratic crap that makes me mad
I was so scared you would die alone
Cut off from the ones you love
We prayed each day that this would end
For help from our God above
But all the sudden you lost your charger
No phone no contact no details known
Just unanswered calls and futile attempts
And within a couple weeks you’re gone
Now I keep picking up the phone
Even start to dial the number of the place
Trying to check in on my old dad
Forgetting that you’ve finished your race
Glad to know that your finally all okay
With Mom and Pam and other family too
No more living in the constraints of life
But living in all God’s fullness for you
I know longer have to check or worry
I know that you’re safe and sound now
Maybe one day I’ll quit starting to call
But right now I just don’t know how
So, if I pick up the phone to check on you
Just remember how much I loved you Dad
And although I’m happy for where you are
Down here I’m still dealing with the sad
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Author:
MDStone (
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Comments3
I like the way you have put out this so creatively
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement.
It’s sad
Covid has left us estranged
So poetic yet so teary
Thank you. Yes, my dad was in a facility and they would not allow us to see him.
Can empathise dear poet
It was harsh and don’t know how long will it be
This is very true and sad. So many in this situation. Thank you for sharing.
Thank You.
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