Everything is silent, summer breeze has paused,

sitting on the porch waiting for the tides of sleep to claim me,

children are sleeping peacefully,hubby snoring contentedly ,

memories run rampant through my busy mind,

good pleasant memories and bad ones that Id like to forget,

Summer heat is at its worst the air is like cough syrup,

each breath feels thick and sticky,i must go in for the sweet hum of the AC,

beads of perspiration run down my face mixed with tears,

why the tears, they do me no good,they betray me, point out weaknesses,

put cracks in my gate from the world which only a few have the key,

the breeze came back drying my tears and sweat,

erasing the evidence that my broken heart left on my face,

I feel as though the wind was my fathers hand gently wiping my sadness away,

as he done so many times throughout my life,

crying baby,chubby child, confused adolescent, terrible teens,onto adulthood,

hes seen them all tears of sadness,sickness, anger, happiness,relief,

the night is calling me into bed, and I must go into the cool air inside,

but before I go one goodnight kiss for my father is tossed into that breeze ,

which hopefully will be sweetly carried to him,and gently planted on his cheek.


this is written by me as a part of the grieveing process i am going through right now, this is for anybody who lost a parent or loved one.