Hello, my friends. I thank you for your patience as I take time for personal situations between posts here. I wish a wonderful Father’s Day to all of you, and to my own Dad!
Here is a poem I dedicate to my Dad x
Dad reaches for my hand, with
A slow but determined move,
Like a chess game in progress –
Only these stakes carry so much more weight. Human weight.
His grip on my hand is tight and intense
Like his journey from hospital to home, and like
My own journey from worries in my head to love in my heart.
I tell him that I love him
(To comfort myself as much as him)
And I hope the words reach hold of the hands above
And clasp his health as tightly as my dad holds my hand now.
I kiss Dad on the cheek and say goodnight
While he protects his chest scar with its stitches still so tender
And as he breathes in the dull pain of recovery.
Goodnight Dad, we will talk tomorrow;
Tomorrow I will say hello to a man so brave and
So strong beyond his hands,
A man who is strong beyond his fears,
Who inspires me in his strength and kindness.
For my own journey continues today,
And I squeeze his hand again to reassure us both,
Hoping that my fingers will help him to heal
And that hands above will hear my softly spoken prayers.
©2012 Christy Birmingham