I wrote this poem a little while ago about my dad, who we lost this year. I wasn’t ready to share it then. I’m still grieving, but I’m ready to share my words now. Enjoy ✨

I still cry, by myself, all alone, in the car,
while I drive, speeding home, as light becomes dark.
My tears, mostly joy, for the time that we had,
Other times, though, I cry because I’m hurt; I feel empty, I feel sad.

Post-loss me, tired yet free,
Can’t you see,
how you haunt me, your love, how it honed me,
But I know it was time…
And now it is mine, my time to shine.

I still write, all the time, any chance I get,
Committing words, thoughts, dreams so I won’t forget
my tears, my loves, my pains, my woes,
Drafting pages of personal proverbs that chronicle my growth.

Post-loss me, tired yet free,
Can’t you see,
how you haunt me, your love, how it honed me,
But I know it was time…
And now it is mine, my time to shine.

I still smile, by myself, all alone, in the car,
while I drive, sailing home, as memories fill my heart.
My tears, mostly joy, for the time that we had,
Other times, though, I cry because I’m grateful, because you lived – lived a meaningful life as my dad.

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