My Father's House

Father


I want to see the house you grew up in

to drive along the red brick roads.

I want to breathe in the air from the  mountains

your cherished mountains and feel your

presence in every moment.

As I get closer I can smell the grapes.

I recall the grape jelly and the

grapevine that climbed the gate.

The best tasting grape jelly  from my

grandmother's back yard

So many memories of times gone by

of those who have gone before you,

Like Gramma and Grampa.

I close my eyes, and I can see, hear and feel you

for you are within me forever,

you are with me as I drive up the mountain

you are with me as I  turn the corner ,

You are with me as I walk down the

redbrick road to your house.

But, where is that house

It is not here.

I can't smell the grapes

The grapevine all gone.

everything gone.

But I won't be sad because,

it is all within me  and accessible

for all time,

Dad, now you are gone too,

you have been greeted by  your

mother, father, brothers and sister

who have gone before you,

welcome home Dad.