I stand weeping at your grave

Tears falling like ice melting from my heart.

Tears that won’t cease

Crying over time we missed spending together

Crying about misunderstandings we experienced-

Crying about the hurt you must have endured –

nails driven into your heart.

I cry for the time you missed spending with those

who loved you, yet were afraid of you.

I cry because I don’t know what else to do.

I wish I could talk to you now

I wish I could tell you I understand

But, all the wishing in the world

won’t change the fact that you are

out of my reach – so I come here

where we buried you on that hot August

day in 1985 – to leave this in hope

that somehow you’ll understand that

in spite of everything, I love you.

(June 28, 2015 – This is something I wrote to my Dad)