i long for the way
your stubble beard felt on my little girl skin
my fingers tracing stars on your sandpaper
how safe it was
to curl up on your chest
tucked beneath your chin
as we swayed gently
in your old leather rocker
.
dozing and certain god was in heaven
.
there are days now
daddy
when i’ve come to believe
jesus called in sick for the second coming
and my fingers running through
blades of grass on your grave
would do
2 replies on “blades of grass”
This is a lovely tribute to a father, beautifully expressed, sensitive and expressing so well that yearning for the comfort and safety of a loved one.
What a glowing tribute Alicia ; the blades of grass on paternal grave will surely cascade your feelings to zillion grains of sand bearing your fatherly affections….