To One Lost But Found Again

[Sally]

To One Lost But Found Again

I lost my father not so very many days ago

Just in the physical sense you should know

He had strugglde with pain throughout his body

But for years had battled for his very sanity

Old age and dementia can certainly take their toll

Leaving us hoping for that final peace for the soul

My father found that peace and is truly pain free at last

I was not there at his bedside or funeral it came so fast

I had never told him about myself and my condition

It seemed too much for him to handle in his position

But just as a friend had told me it would happen he came to me

To tell me that he loved me no name was used of that I am free

He was glad that I am happy and seem to be doing well

No talk of pain or sorrow on those we did not dwell

He reminded me of good times and told me he was proud

I could see that he knew but was not ready to say aloud

I hope to see him again to hear that he loves me for who I am

I can not call on him or rush him for he will come when he can

One day I hope very soon he will love his new daughter this one

Much more than he will suffer through the loss of his only son

Love ya,

Sally

[JJ]

Sally love, a beautiful poem. I am so glad he came. I know that he now sees your beautiful heart and soul for what they are and rejoices in your happiness. Perhaps he doesn't care what your presentation is as long as it is you and you are happy.

You will see him again love. And he will tell you how much he loves his girl.

Love

Johnny

[Guest John Chiv]

Sally,

You write from the heart unencumbered by the rigid rules of what academics and critics say. That is true art.

I think your poetry is exquisite.

Hugs,

John

[Guest miss kindheart]

Nice poem Sally,

<< hug >>>

Sounds like he is still alive

I hope he will love you for the wonderful person you are , and not for what gender he might think you are

vanna