Father’s Lament

Standard

DSCF8957.JPG

Photo Brian Federle, Hawaii, 2016

Spring fills this dry land
With life, yet

I cannot see your face
or embrace you with a father’s arms
as I did when last you filled our lives
with your easy laughter
and beautiful eyes.

Shall I speak to you, tell how
small birds gather joyfully
in the budding apple tree
hungry no more,
filled with joy?

I cry out to you
and the startled birds
fall into silence,

Let me tell you, then,
Of my new life without you.

Deep in my side I feel endless pain
where my heart once beat;
now I merely breathe
emptiness.

My son, oh, where have you gone?
Call to me from the brilliant heights,

for deep in darkness I lie
crying to see you just
one more
time.

Advertisements

One thought on “Father’s Lament

  1. Steven, I know how shaken you feel right now. I am glad you are writing poetry. The only thing that kept me alive when Kevin was dying was the writing of sonnets, I think. Another day will come, and the sun will shine. I can tell you that. But the truth is that once your son is gone you are changed. I know I turned this way and that and tried to find purchase in something, anything. I suspect I was ferocious at work since I had to try to be strong for Ethel and our daughters at home. The endless pain is there. Nothing anybody says relieves it. Still, words are all that we have in the end, words and the way we touch each other and the world. I have a great deal of respect for you, my friend. Be strong.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s