Silver tears run freely down my frozen face-
As I come once again, to remember goodbye,
Among the resting souls buried in this place.
Raw emotions pour down upon hardened stone-
As you lie silent to a daughter’s pleading call-
A heartbreaking call- that still leaves me alone.
I drop to my knees, palms flat upon the ground-
Close my eyes to remember your presence-
Pretend to hold your hands, feel your arms around.
A whirlpool of emotions rise against my heart-
As bitter winter wind wraps about my soul-
Lingering within the emptiest part.
I lost you the day your angels called you home-
But I’ll return again, the same time each year-
To this cold place where your spirits roam.
*Goodbye to yet another year without you, my sweet Father…
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...