the appointment

 
the wind blew skeletons through my soul
the dead wanted to talk  
and there was nothing I could do to silence them
 
the sun hang heavy over my head like a halo
casting long shadowy figures
but I was no angel  
so the birds gossip about me while I walk along
faster now in an attempt to outpace the ghosts
 
rattle the bones and run
it was my own dad
no one could comfort me or make me fear more
 
where the sidewalk ended  
at the edge of nowhere
there he was
 
dusty old cowboy boots walking up
a big dust devil proceeded his steps
his hat hung over his eyes
I couldn't see his intent but I feared
 
shaking the dirt from his hat
he approached low and slow
then I knew he brought a message
his very presence was a message to me
he didn't visit me often but when he did it was important
 
the gossiping birds hushed
their silence rattled me
why did he come and why today?
when he finally spoke I was reminded of our appointment
 
we had a date set dad and me
he had made me a promise
he would be there to greet me
when I passed from this world into the next
 
he said he was waiting on me
but there was no hurry
I would be on time and so would he
 
I looked into his eyes and they were gentle  
he whispered be good to yourself till then
I love you Brenda