The day after tomorrow

For my father.

Tomorrow starts with a tender, almost bittersweet pause;

Reflection inevitable after today’s light has faded,
Clarity shaded by recollections of my current personal cause.

Dawn is optimum for introspection

Previous doubts, hurts and expectations leave me slightly jaded
but eyes open wide prevent some of the black dogs’ persistent fermentation.

If I could just skip to tomorrow mornings’ ruminations,
If grief and it’s exquisite point had become well rounded with sleep,
I wouldn't have to see you scattered and drifting aimless, from flesh to dust to imagination.

Come the day-afters’ sunrise, I’ll still miss You

Todays’ events won’t finalise my quiet sorrow…
But stab becomes ache, then a gradual creeping acceptance in my attitude…

We all have our season in the sun
These mortal bounds can’t hold us when bodies die and souls crave freedom..
But for today I’m just heartbroken that You’re gone…

Reviews

[Gee]

That is beautiful, you're dad would have been chuffed, as I would be ad a father, with this writing.
Time the great healer they say, not to sure myself

[Jayne Disdaine]

Thank you. He has been on my mind today. I hope he would have liked it.

[Gee]

I'm certain he would have loved it, I'm sorry for your loss. Although my mum is still alive and kicking a while back when she was suffering constant bad health I actually wrote a poem called , A mother's passing. Since doing this she has enjoyed the best health for many years, perhaps I should have written it many moons ago eh.

[Jayne Disdaine]

You must be good luck!

[Jamestown]

Well written and thought out! Nice sentiment and thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Emily]

Lovely wording!!
Well done!
Keep it up!