tapping into the past

 
I'd never put much thought to it before
but it struck me this morning
all the verses I've written
stories I've shared...
with you as the shining star
when you left this earth it was the only recourse I had
the only means of keeping you here
...with me
a ghostly reality
I relive them with each stanza...you see
perhaps it's simply a gentle reminder
you were real...not imagined
alright, daddy...
now that I've figured it out...
I'll catch you again...later
...in the lines of another poem



Happy Father's Day, daddy