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.
Fun and Flawed 
*wipes tears* Absolutely beautiful.
Very touching. Nicely done!
Very moving.
Like. A very moving ode to a much loved Dad.
Sad. Beautiful but sad.
Nicely done. Your Dad must be smiling at you. 🙂
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…