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)
