Dad

He walks in shadow

amongst the trees, the plants,

along the grass, the paths.

His memory hammers nails

into old wood and carves

beauty from the raw.

His sounds echo around

this house, this home,

awakening pain but fueling

love.

This home was him, is him

and although he’s no longer

here, his shadow and light

and love, remain.

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