First Year Anniversary
A year has nearly passed now,
with memories bright and clear.
The pain stings a bit less sharply,
yet I continue to wipe the tear
that rolls silently down my face
when I think of what I've lost.
I look for that special rainbow
that leads to the bridge you've crossed.
I see your picture daily
and memories flood my mind.
And though we lack your presence,
our hearts are still entwined.
With Christmas now upon us,
our first since you went away,
though it's only been a year now,
it seems like yesterday
that I could hear your laughter
and sit and talk with you.
The ache I hold within my heart
tells of things I didn't do.
I didn't tell you I love you
as often as I should.
And on the days when you were cross
I didn't say I understood.
I didn't touch you or hold your hand
when I came to visit last.
And before I knew it you were gone
with the opportunity passed.
Now I pray to God each day
to get a message to you.
Although I didn't say it
I have great love for you
My mind resists the knowledge
that there's no more time with you.
That I won't see your face again
or hear "your point of view".
Regarding death of loved ones,
I heard it explained this way -
A woman who had lost her brother
had "an ache that would not go away".
I too feel the lingering ache inside
tugging daily upon my soul,
and feel the loss of a future
for it's one the grim reaper stole.
With this first year anniversary approaching
and as memories come rushing in,
I hope that you hear all the words from my heart. . .
from the space you have claimed deep within.
Copyright Dec. 23, 1998 - author Terri Vest
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