It’s been weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad
They’ve been the weeks that I’ve just pushed on through
Doing work, living life, passing time
Not fully thinking, always thinking, of you

In the weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad
I’ve enjoyed time in-between bouts of tears
When I’m fully awake
Quite alive, for God’s sake —
Not lost in the sadness or fears

Yet those moments that aren’t “in-between”
Are those visits from a familiar new friend
Who gives me a hug, shares a cry
Reminds me ‘bout the what and the why
His name is Mourning, and he’ll be with me ‘til the end

In those weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad
The memories didn’t lessen, nor the pain
Core-Strength holds me up straight
As I live on and I wait
Until Mourning comes to visit once again

Explore more poetry about mourning Papa (my dad, Ken Kipnes).

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