A Selfish Call to Return

It is good that one does not return
But then I am selfish

And would like for you
to return the next time around
as my father.
Perhaps then I can say
all things unsaid.

Do You Know?

I would like to think
that you know.
Despite all the words unsaid.
Despite the harsh words said.
As my mind calls out
I hope you can hear me
Thank you for everything
With all my love, your son.

For My Father

As you slept eternal
their remained
only one connection with this world –
in the corner of your eye
a tear lying unshed
Perhaps of a thought unsaid.
Perhaps of the many dreams.
You loved life.

I hope you can see
as I reach out across time
to wipe that tear;
to erase away all pain, all sorrow.
Sleep in peace and wake up free
never to return but to remain,
for you are now surrounded
by all those you missed and loved.

A Good Son

There are so many conversations
that are important to have;
good to have.
But life grabs you by your collar
stealing the moments
leaving you wondering.

There are so many …

It is sad and often hurts
that I do not know
what you thought of me.
Did I stand by you
at your time of need?
Was I a good son,
as good as humanly possible?
With warts and blemishes
covered by your understanding
covered by your love.
To be forever your son.
Hopefully, a good son.