Mourning

~a poem to my father from KBK~

I have visions of yesterday, or was it yesteryear?

Should I smile, laugh, or shed more tears?

Your passing is so permanent yet still lingering here,

I somehow now remember the real you so clear.

Learning to ride a bike, or was it drive a car?

Distant, close, or maybe just too far.

You’re with me, you’re gone,

I grieve alone, waiting for dawn.

I sit, I wait, I celebrate, I mourn.

Broken, strong, relieved, and forlorn.

Is this how you felt trapped inside?

wretched with confusion that did not subside.

Rest peacefully now and rejoice,

Dignity, memory, grace, and once again, poise.