I wish we could talk one more time, Dad.
You leaving was devastating, and don’t really know how I got through.
Since that day you left, it’s like I’ve been in a fog;
A mist that just rolled in, swallowing everything in its path to conceal
Blurring my eyes, as if nothing seems real.
I wish we could talk one more time, Mom.
The day you left, the pain was immeasurable but somehow got through,
Still, I somehow felt I had a piece of you both with one of you still here.
But now that both of you are gone,
It seems that I’ve walked through an archway
To the unknown, and now drifting away to paths unclear like a castaway.
Gone forever is the feeling of wellness, stability and calmness we knew
We could always find on the road of life with both of you,
When we needed to override the fear and crazy madness outside
That your love overpowered and shielded somehow.
For that, Mom and Dad, we miss you both so terribly now.
Until I’ll see you both in my dreams again or on that glorious day….
Your loving Son,
Bob, 12/31/2020
