WISH YOU HERE.

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON

I wish you were here again,
my son,
not in death's hold
or other world
I cannot reach;
I wish to hear
your voice once more,
your laughter
and your wit,
your large eyes gazing
with knowing stare;
just you again
here not there.

I wish to see
your face again,
to touch you
and hold, and say
how much I love you
and let the words take air;
to feel you close
to me not far away
but near, not there.

I wish to sense you
close once more,
you watching as I write
or tap tap on the pc
and you over my shoulder
looking to see,
words of my poetry.

I wish you were here
not in death's clutch
or kingdom unseen;
I miss you much.

Reviews

[Irwin]

Beautifully written Terry, and so very sad.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Irwin, my friend