Disconnected
Hello………..
Dad are you there?
I need to hear you speak,
I need to hear your gentle Irish tone,
your laughing voice,
making me smile.
It breaks my heart,
to think those lips will never speak again,
I need to hear you say my name,
ask “Are you alright?, My Girl”.
Where have they gone?,
All your tales of ould, you told
before the memories faded.
A Banshee shrilled and you were gone,
where do I go to get them back?
I need to know the tears will dry.
I can’t take the finality of
Good bye……..
Comments
A moving and heart felt piece. Very touching… x
Thank you Lloyd x
Such sadness but tinged with the colour of an obviously beautiful relationship.
Thank you, I thought it would be impossible to put into words my bond with my precious dad.
All that you say you will find in the memories that your love one has left behind. Do visit them at the cemetary, but also in your dreams and subconsious mind. You capture so much feelings in this poem. GreatTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Job.
Thank you. It’s strange that you mention dreams, two days after writing the poem, I dreamt that my Dad rang me and had I asked him if he was ok in heavan, and if he had met up with everyone. He answered in a nonplussed way and said "Oh yeah " It was very comforting.
– Mary Lee Bronze
My dad was an Aussie but otherwise I could relate to your words. Very poignant