Poems

What will I do in the hours after you have gone?

When you leave Earth for who knows where?

Will I think on regrets? Of time not spent and phone calls unanswered.

Of birthdays unattended and Christmas spent alone.

Of stories unshared and grandchildren unknown.

How will I remember you in years gone by?

When your spirit has long left and your body begun to decay.

Will I remember the Father I adored as a girl? Of hands that worked until rough?

Hands that worked to hold us or will I remember that they were the hands you used to control us?

Will I reflect on the times I made you proud?

Never for what I wrote but for the words I used in the heat of battle. The wit which you loved as I shot syllables toward you, ones you deflected when read from the page.

I know I will not see you again. But how will I feel when you are gone?