Recovery
On Fathers Day at Sycamore Cove on the beach where it all began,
I remember getting down on my knee and placing the ring on her hand.
Now I’m writing things that drench my eyes like goblets of drizzled rain.
For I know that it will help complete the grief, the grief without the pain.
A warning to all my readers as far as I can tell.
This might cause you to believe, It’s not a very hard sell.
Do I want to complete this grief that rules within my heart?
Or is the pain all to familiar that I’d never want to part?
Though I know “the kingdom is within you”, and I know this to be true.
My heart still aches with sorrow, with sadness that still turns blue.
But blessings of being presented without wrinkle, blemish, or stain,
Is like this Grief Recovery, where I can overcome the pain.
What is this recovery, is it a noun or a verb?
Or grieving whole with out the myths, and things that do dis-S.T.E.R.B.
My daughter watches me and sees the days that I live.
Will I be a good example? Is this what I want to give?
And though my wife said I could re-marry, I’m relieved I cannot lie.
It’ makes it easier for us to part and say,
“Goodbye Honey, Goodbye!”
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