5follow and he will be away for Father's Day. I wrote this poem because I
love and miss him, considering him my best friend!**
Step by step
Our foot falls consistent and measured
The trail bathed in sun
Blessed by our laughter
Road diverges
Like that old coot, Frost had said
And we, knowing the outcome
Split
One to the first
The second to the other
Light farewells
As we assure ourselves
It shall not be long
Setting off, both bright and ebullient
Dappled by shade
Glorious and fine, my trail went
Sweet birds speak
Voices fast and optimistic
Bubbly and buoyant
A smile to my face
My mind wandering
The jibberish of the fowl
Playing a familiar tune
Like your voice and mine
Tone set as childish as can be
My eyes lost a glimmer
I had no one to speak with
I looked up and the birds
None could hear me,
Two languages we spoke
And translator we lacked
I sighed and continued
Smile undaunted
The wood chipped path
Soft on my souls
Bruised by hard trek
I grin and recall
The many miles we had gone
They, nearly half spent
On twisted trails
And winding miles
Views breath taking and
Thought provoking beheld
I missed our races
You set against I
As a certain tree
In the distance was
Marked our aim
Lungs bursting
I wanted to quit
Willing to reward you
With the lead
But you pressed me on
Forced me to work harder
Run faster
In everything I did
My eyes roved about
But I saw no one
With whom to race
My spirits threatened to plummet
I cast my eyes low
Caught by sight
On a bud
Wrestling from the tight
Grasp of its cage
I regard it sweeping low
My fingers stirring the
Soft, velvet of the petals
I look up
To share my discovery
But you are not there
No one with whom to
Relate and converse
To share with the many wonders
I might find
I stand and continue
Longing to see you over the next bend
But view in your stead
A log set precariously o'er creek
Crystal and clear
Smirking I run and leap
Scaling the short distance
With a high bound
I laugh and stand tall
Proud and accomplished
But looking back I see only
The empty trail
Your cheery smile
And heartfelt words absent
No one with which to
Bask in glory
No one to congratulate me
Night falls
No sign of you
Missing your words
Laughs
Encouragement
I lag behind, my pace pitiful
Night sounds commence
Echoing and deep
A shiver up my spine and I jump
At the sharp snap of twigs
Bundling into a pathetic ball by the side
Of the trail
I sigh deeply
Tears threaten
Striving to be strong
As I gulp down the sobbing stone
In my throat
No use
I cry, silently
Once again I look up
Desperately searching for you
When I needed you most
Still a child
Alone
I needed you now
No one with whom to cuddle
To press to for a strong arm
No one for whom to cling
I miss you
Knowing the trails will one day
Unite
But I still hold my breath
And peer over the next bend
My breath caught in my throat
As I wait
Anxiously
I am still a child
I am still waiting for you
I love you
Dad.
Happy Father's Day
From your daughter, Alana
Please come home soon!