One night in May
One night in May
I looked through the window
glittering shadows greeted me
trees swinging and the cold breeze
touched me.
then I thought of my father
how I reminisce his presence
I wish he were here
Still is the night as I think of him
what could he be doing in this time of year?
He is in his grave..I hope he is in heaven...
I miss you Dad! and I love you!
Elizabeth Acosta Kuntz
Copyright ©2007 Elizabeth Acosta Kuntz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet must love her Dad so much! My condolences to you! I hope you get over the sad memories...