Posted by: PD Warrior | June 18, 2007

You Are Missed

Dad

Once I felt the feather light touch
Of a man with hands of steel
Guide me gently o’er stormy seas,
Guarding me as I traveled seemingly alone
Down the darkened streets of life.
He paused occasionally, smiling

Knowing…

Understanding a child
Will always look blindly forward,
Seeking the clarity of hindsight
Only when it is too late to say thank you,
Except to the cold, unhearing emptiness
Of a name etched in stone.

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