the sting by Lisa-Dawn SparlingThe sting that stung so hard when you drew your last breath
is growing less intense
(most of the time....)
and I am beginning to appreciate your legacy more than your loss.
The sting is still in my eyes at the most unpredictable moments
(calling mom and foregetting you won't answer...)
But I am glad for that...you are definately worthy of my tears.
I can still feel your energy
(when I looked in the boat and saw your floater coat waiting for you....)
but I can have a moment by myself without falling apart.
I keep waiting for you to contact me
(what if we were wrong and the end really is just the end?)
but I am sure you are just trying to figure out the system
and maybe you are still busy catching up with loved ones up there
(I had you for thirty years, I guess I can share)
The sting dad, like a fishing hook in your finger
once its pulled out and the weeping stops, it will heal.
(but the scar will always remain....) 03/28/2007 Posted on 03/29/2007 Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
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