Our Father

Your face is hidden from me now And I am in mourning I whispered to you daily asking for guidance I received a blade to slice out my ravaged and torn memories But they still linger in the wound Itching them I still recall my prayer to you The prayer feels dead but still the itching I put another quarter in the meter Time helps and heals But I hear that familiar song When we meet up yonder, we’ll stroll hand in hand again I see all of you in my heart And you are missed Blue Eyes Cyin In The Rain For my Father who died yesterday March 26 , 2019