“Father”...

 To me it means an unknown entity

Though to the vast majority,

It’s so familiar.

I can spell the word,

Even define it…

But never experience it.

And nothing can ever Make it different.

Not anymore.

The man I prayed

Would make room in his heart

For the only person

On this earth he helped make,

Is dead.

Sometimes,

I hear a voice or see a face

That momentarily reminds me

of him.

A second later,

I am struck with the knowledge

That it cannot and

Never will be

Him.

He’s gone,

And so is the dream of

‘together at last’

And yet, if there never is to be

A ’happily -ever-after’

I can still believe I will see him again

In the Hereafter.

And I do believe

With all my heart and soul…

God knows.

And speaking of God and Father,

God has always been my Father,

The only one I knew And could cling to.

And really

That’s a pretty good claim to make:

‘My Father which art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy Name’

It is enough.