Upcoming Fathers Day evokes a decades old poem written on the anniversary of my father’s passing:
One Year Ago
I see the melancholy in my mirror as I rise and remember
One year ago I lost my father the 31st of December
I hear a silence that replays its own piercing echo
One year ago an audience sat in mourning row after row
I smell the fragrant flowers many offered in kind gesture
One year ago I laid some gently about his peaceful posture
I touch a replica of his portrait that perched tall on a stand
One year ago his smile reached out that day to hold my hand
I taste the bitterness of my swallow near my part in the ceremony
One year ago I read a letter saluting dear father’s memory
Today I need to weep and face my grief in the senses I expressed
Tomorrow I’ll find strength to bid him Happy New Year where he rests.
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