Father

Father's Day without you is like music
Muted by a distance undisturbed.
It is so faint I cannot tell the feeling,
Though I myself am gripped with pensive sorrow.

I listen all the more for what I cannot
Hear, and you are somewhere close beside me.

"It's joy!" you say, and then I nod, unbending,
Listening still while weeping like fine rain.

Yes, it's joy, and you again are with me.
I turn to you, and I am in your arms.
The music is a rhapsody around me,
And I am safe again and free to cry.

"Please, please!" I say, yet know that what I'm asking

No longer is. Your day will come and go,
And I will crave and fear its restless turning
Because my happiness must be my pain.

Ask God to call me there too
dont leave me here alone tough