Everything went too fast to understand
in a flash of blinding lights I felt life
My dad somehow was there
the feelings were weird though
A mother and a father, as strangers...
Time passed by in quiet space
another change as a thunder came
I was being pulled out of the thumb
Free, maybe, finally...
But even more confusing now it was
The feelings and intuition I had before
now were all gone, I was one being
with no understanding of my surrounding
words, sounds, touch, smell, taste...all so NEW
Where is my Father?
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What a creative way to say you miss your father and how very much alive those feelings come in your writing!