Dad
Do not dwell on the stories left untold...
Between you, all my stories are known.
Take yourself back to the laughter we shared;
The moments that cemented your life to mine.
In each of you lies a story.
If you take it down and dust it off,
And trade it for another,
My stories will stay whispering in the world
Long after I am dust.
Do not let your grief still your tongue.
Raise a glass to me and share my stories.
For my father, with all my love.
M x
For my father, with all my love.
M x
© mjc 19 October 2015
