Missing You
Missing You
Glancing up at the shelf
There it was a jar of stones
Stones perhaps you had picked up along
Life's stony path
I grabbed the jar of stones
Along with other things belonging to you
In that moment hopeful that whatever
I grabbed would somehow keep me close to you
A black ballpoint pen
Somehow it would make writing easier
A plain looking ring box
I grabbed it to hold my rings
A few things I kept belonging to you
They seem like simple things
To someone else
They seem to have very little value
Yet, to me they were worth more than I could ever imagine
So many other little things
Sadness in my heart, I grabbed holding on
Cherishing, remembering, hoping these simple things
Would somehow keep you close to me
Today on this cold, dull, dreary November day
I think of you
It was the first day of November
You quietly slipped away
Leaving me feeling all alone
The leaves have fallen to the ground
Old man winter will soon settle in
Some of your quotes and words come into my head
Words I hold on to
A few of your books
Reading what you had read
I noticed a squirrel in my backyard
Scurrying and scampering about
Busy getting ready for winter
Gathering, hoarding, and hiding food
Canadian geese in the field grazing in the grass
Moving in closer
Birds preparing for departure
Wings flapping flying overhead
It's the simple things I miss
Hence, dad it is you that I miss most
ŠNovember 29, 2012 Janet Griffin
A tribute in loving dedication to my dear father.
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