Picture courtesy of 25dip.com He can’t believe it’s been four years
since his father has gone
Still so surreal that he passed
into another realm
He knew though that the day would
come for fate to claim him before long
And now he’s left a son to rule,
left lost at the helm
His father lived his life
as best he could
But he was a stubborn
man
Listening wasn’t a strength
as it should
Have been, wanting help
but refusing the hand
Now he’s gone to
another place
Leaving behind sadness
and confusion
His son stares at a picture,
at his father’s face
To keep alive something,
willing the illusion
Is this real or just
a bad dream?
Wondering around like
a ghost
Nothing is what
it seems
Lost along his
minds coast
He hopes his father is
happy now where he is
With his Mum, Dad and Brother
in heavens thrall
Shining in the sky bright
as an exploding star
In there his heart will
never sigh and fall…
*First written and published 12th October 2011 and has been slightly altered
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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