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For my loving Dad who'd gone to neverland...

For when they speak in favor of journey

For when they should love their heirs

For agony, satisfaction, and moral

Gone in an infinite algebra,

 

We speak their accents

We, the medium, turn things around us the way they saw or

The way they presumed to form

We, the fantasized after-born, with their loving souls have shaped our worlds

In whatever we find

 

We define journey as a dot to be attained

And they saw it a mark to be crossed and they’ve crossed

Leaving us, their medium, to see and let the world see us

 

For when the quintessential revolving has stopped

And someone says, “Dad, please come back!”

Or someone preaches “Mom…!”

And they say “You speak, and I’ll stay…in you”

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is stunning! A great poem love!
Its a really emotive piece that shows the love inside of you:)
When a father figure passes, the hurt remains but we adapt, hopefully keeping them in our hearts, I can relate, wonderful poem hon!
xx

[An owl on the moon]

This is beautiful, so moving, letting us see the depth of love and life that was in your dad and now carries on in you. What a canvass of thought seeing these connections to your personhood. Amazing write, my friend. Deeply sorry for the loss of your dad.