Abigail Cole
@abigailcole794720
1 year ago

TILL WE MEET AGAIN


Hello, Father, or what name remains,
Our bond, a peculiar one, forged in strains,
You'd vanish for years, then reappear,
Yet, each departure, I'd await, fighting tears.

Hello, Father, I recall someone's quest,
"Your father's eyes' hue," in jest,
Shame washed over me, deep inside,
For I never dared to meet your gaze with pride.

Hello, Father, where do you dwell,
In heaven's grace or hell's lamentful swell?
Where did you venture, all alone,
Or perhaps not alone, you'd blend, you'd hone,
The art to make strangers dance to your tone.
Still, I find myself by the door, waiting, unknown.

Hello, Father, what were your words?
In those last days, moments blurred,
I caught your gaze, knowingly we'd see,
Yet you suffered silently, like me,
Or did you ignore signs, as I tend to be.

Hello, Father, I recall each slap,
Insult, and reprimand, like a thunderclap,
But your silent stares, a memory profound,
Your hopes I'd not be like you, all around.
Every gift, every tear at your final bed,
Left me with clear eyes, a wish unsaid.

Hello, Father, hatred never bore,
Just dreams of you returning to our door,
Happiness on your face, care for us, I'd hope,
To stand beside you without fear, on life's tightrope,
Hoped to repay every cent you'd bestow,
Now I hope to forget without guilt's heavy flow.

Hello, Father, may the past not torment,
May laughter replace every tear's descent,
Good memories only, I aim to retain,
To thrive in your absence, release the pain.

Hello, Father, don't dwell in remorse,
In your way, you've paved a course,
You raised me well, the world attests,
I wish I could see you again, but, Father, I hope for rest.

So, hello, Father, and goodbye to the past,
In truth, our last parting, the die was cast.
You may have heard my "till we meet again" vow,
But, Father, that meeting, I hope not to know.

#Nircle_writer
#poetry

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