i miss my Dad

A Song

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you’d shift the gear.
We’d find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we’d repair
to where we’ve been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It’s evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What’s the point of forgetting
if it’s followed by dying?

Joseph Brodsky

10 thoughts on “i miss my Dad

  1. I watch baseball and think, “Mom would love the new second baseman.” I sort through photos and wonder why I have so many of my mother and feel a tightening in my stomach and tears spring to my eyes. I see a friend and she asks how I’ve been doing with the transition, and I cry. She says, “It’s been 15 years, and I still miss my mom.” Ratty says, “30 years.” At least we loved.

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  2. The song is perfect. I feel the same way about my father. I know you miss him. It is so hard when they are gone and we just want a little more time, isn’t it. *hugs*

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  3. My dad is, of course, still middle-aged, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like when it’s his time to go. I’ll probably be devastated. I’m sorry, FD. 😥 Dads are so important to us daughters. *hugs!*

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    • My Dad had the ability to make every one of his children and his grandchildren feel as though they were the most important person in the world to him. He always made me feel special. I hope your Dad is with you a very, very long time.

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