She didn’t.
ever.
doubt
that she wouldn’t have,
their support,
their endless love,
Their silent encouragement,
despite her constant irritation with them,
and theirs with her.
But every day,
she was gripped by the
hopeless
despairing
certainty
terror
That she
would eventually
lose them all,
to the cruel,
yet inevitable
Cycle of life.
Joined to her every nerve ending
Spread so far around the globe.
Close to her heart and soul
Voices crackling over miles of choppy ocean,
Lump in her throat
Smile through happy tears
Oh to see that darling face again,
So swift, so soon, so long
and then it’s goodbye
Until next year.
Sore, aching heart,
Her family.
Image Credit: Katie M Berggren
Written because in the past year, I have only seen my father over a series of sporadic occasions which amount to no more than 15 days. And this breaks my heart, because he is getting older, and so am I, and so are we.
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