Oh, Dad

I miss the rain,

The fog, the showers

That covers the leaves

Before their descent.

I miss the snow,

The ice and the cold,

Low lying branches

Awaiting new warmth.

I miss the blooms,

Bright flowers that sprout

While raising their heads

To the sky’s new light.

I miss the sun

That paints humid lines

And heats evening air

Before fading out.

I miss that peace,

The place without loss,

Where I was myself,

To see all there was.

I miss your voice,

The calls, the laughter,

You always felt close

Though you were afar.

I miss our time,

Chats near the maple

Where hope had followed

Words full of wisdom.

I miss that feel

Of love and concern,

Wanting to know all

No matter the truth.

And I miss that life

Where you were beside

Me, for then the world

Was just as it should be.