Tuesday, March 29, 2011

missing

My Mother wanted to show me the progress she had made on her latest quilt project so after supper I dutifully followed her downstairs and into her suite.
How empty and still it seemed.
For some reason tonight, I thought my heart would break with missing my Dad.
It's been so long since we laughed together and
I have so much I would like to share with him.
When I popped in to chat, the T.V. went off, or the book was lain aside.
His undivided attention was mine.
He cared about my day, my life, and I his.

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