Fathers Day

I still hear you on those silent mornings
when skies are dark and sun isn't yet calling
echoes of times we spoke, echoes of yesterday float
on the bird song in the air, I hear you and I take note

Hear your voice, in the wind, in the air between
words reaching in to guide, like they are painted on a screen
taught me to be who I am, with honesty and kindness I aspire
to be a son you can be proud of, that is my desire

I hear you as I peer over the fields, through the woods and the trees
your voice stays with me in times of need
in the silent moments your memory lives on
like the words of a favourite song

I hear you when all around is madness
a smile on my face, tinged with sadness
I miss you more than words can say
and I will listen for your voice on fathers day

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

I Miss ya Dad.