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

2/7/09