He's here in the ground with me.
I'm atop of his deadness
Light, dark, day, night
I'm in the groove
His ashes see a darkness
Covered by soil
My father on his day
Lives no more
If ash could breathe
What would it say
Hello I'm dead for you today
In a grateful son silence
In bowed head
I'm looking at the soil
Where father lay dead.
Time does not make the loss any lighter... there is a heaviness to your words, like the soil resting on your father... i feel it as I lost my dad this past October and this will be the first Father's Day that I will not be able to sit with him, sing for him, eat with him, and share conversation with him... well-done, Al