Guest writer Al Kinsella…
Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago on a Nov 6th. Today would have been my father’s birthday. It would always require a visit to the cemetery where I do a ton of thinking. Well it’s that day again today – he has been gone for 6 years now and here is a poem I wrote in 2015 while sitting at his grave.
I thought of you today
I know you’re no longer here
Had so much left to say
I say in thoughts and tears
The more I think things different
The more they just don’t change
I find I’m more and more like you
is it funny or is it strange?
Though things we knew not how
When it was clear and loud
I hope you’re watching now
I hope we do you proud
Not a day goes by I don’t realize
You would never not bother
I think of you daily to my surprise
Happy Birthday Dad my Father
Although on this special day
when you are not here to celebrate
Watch over us and pray
And make our worlds illuminate!
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Photo by me (not Al)
