Day of the Dad

With the veil at its
thinnest I reach for you and
again, I touch love.

Always a dreamer,
your eyes, forever closed, were
the color of sky.

The mountaintop where
your ashes flew, the biggest
headstone I could find.

Skeletons in the
attics of our minds. Listen.
They are still dancing.

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One thought on “Day of the Dad

  1. So sweet. I love this poem. And, your Dad loved you so much! I see the two of you dancing at Kendra’s wedding. I miss him too.

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