Dad 100 WCGU #59

This week we received a picture prompt. It reminded me immediately of my Dad (though he would never sit at the edge of a precipice like that). He loved the mountains and spent numerous summers living in lookout towers. He love to hike and instilled that love in his family. This post is dedicated to him.

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Dad

The wind runs it’s tendril fingers through my hair

and presses it’s chilled lips upon my cheeks.

I close my eyes and pretend it’s him,

squeezing me tight and whispering

it’s going to be all right,

that I can make it through another day.

A single tear traces a

cool track down my face

and lands with a soft splotch.

The mountains are synonymous with him.

There was never one without the other.

I stand, dusting grainy dirt from

my jeans.

“Give her a hug for me,” I whisper

and know the words are carried to heaven

on the breeze.

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7 Comments

Filed under Child loss, Memory, Miscellaneous, Nature, Poetry, Writing

7 responses to “Dad 100 WCGU #59

  1. Janelle

    *wipes tears* Absolutely beautiful.

  2. Like. A very moving ode to a much loved Dad.

  3. Nicely done. Your Dad must be smiling at you. 🙂

  4. Very beautiful words and they go well with the picture. It looks gorgeous, but still puts a queasy feeling in my stomach when I look at it…

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