Dear Dad,

 

         This poem was to be my first, and in my heart, before the touch of a pen, it began so very long ago.  However, each time I attempt to express myself, I am consumed with such profound sadness that I cannot continue.  I find myself losing the capacity to put into words, the magnificence of you.  It seems my gift of words has, when I needed it most, failed me… Thus, I’m left with this space, which reflects the void in my heart, an eternal hole in which I am still falling …

        

 

 

 

… Please forgive me dad, for I cannot pull the drowning words out of the ocean of my endless tears.  Gratefully, like any love, it needs not to be expressed, to be felt.  Fortunately, as the days pass, I feel your love through everyone else around me, with whom it is shared.  It is in remembering the compassion and affection of you I always find comfort.  

 

         Please stretch your wings to the span of protecting my family.  Thank you for still looking over me.  I miss you so much! 

 

                                    Your Blessed son,

                                    Duc