Graveside Mourner

dccab-dad

My father’s ghost was at his funeral.

Hidden among the shadows of a great

maple tree, head bowed, he casually

observed the crowd, as the minister read

aloud. Just another graveside mourner.

 

*

 

It’s been 5 years since that July day.

I love you, Dad.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s