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A Poem
(I wrote this when my daughter was on tour in Afghanistan. I’m thankful she returned safely.)
Are you there?
I whispered a simple
prayer, into an empty
space, and pushed it
to you,
did you hear?
A reminder of what
is owed, a deed returned
for a deed given, it’s your
turn,
are you there?
A simple hope, a careful
touch, to a heart that rends
so easily, you know her
name, her face
do you see it?
She is loved, and loves
in return, a smile, a warm
embrace for time spent
away, months become years,
we linger with tears held
near in abeyance
are you listening?
She is gone for now, but ever
near, holding, yet letting go,
we need her still, but need
her free to live a life
two steps beyond who we
are
are you watching her?
I whispered a simple
prayer, into an empty
space, and pushed it
to you,
did you hear me?
