May 1, 2015

Secret of Life

Though my father is dead,
I know he watches me.
I can feel his gaze
on my shoulders,
hear his voice in my dreams,
sense he is waiting, still.
I have seen him 
on the side of he road,
with a patience
he never had here.
He knows I must pass,
on the way to my reward,
as though
he cannot move on,
without first speaking to me,
just as his father waited
to tell him
the secret of life.
So now he sits, waiting,
wondering why I'm so late,
if I'll really be coming,
at all.