Theresa Ann Moore
Remembering Father - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Emptiness exists now that he is gone
Why was father taken so soon?
Looking to the blackened horizon…
A vacant space consumes the room
Images in photographs remain
Sadly, happy memories pale
as though washed by the rain...
In a heavy heart his presence is veiled
Fragmented experiences are formed...
Self-generated reflections are viewed
Thoughts of him are sunshine warmed
As a song bird sings… a smile is renewed
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