the first poem
I learned was
for my father
and was the first
poem he ever learned:
has anybody seen my mouse?
I opened his box for just a minute
just to make sure he was really in it
and while I was looking he jumped outside
I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried . . .
I have spent the day
reciting the lines
of my life
moving from memory
hoping to find
something to ease
the empty space
the heavy space
the palpable absence
and all I can muster is
missing
Peace,
Milton
Where were you asking about tunes about “home?” I also remembered Michael Buble’s song, “I Wanna Go Home.”
I know this heavy, empty space… how very precious to have your gift of words to reflect and honor him… they are, eventually, healing words.
To follow Alyce’s comment above, I’ll point you to an old song of Amy Grant’s… If These Walls Could Speak… it speaks my heart when missing my folks.
Very poignant. Your responses to your father’s dearh are healing for many of us.
I keep thinking about you and your father… My father’s name was Milton, too. Crossed the river in ’94. Yesterday, I was at the piano playing while waiting for something to finish cooking…I pulled out, ” Feels Like Home,” by Randy Newman…used in the movie, “Michael.” Bonnie Raitt sings it there, but it’s really singable by just about anyone…which makes it cool. Friday breath to you and all you love.
I love that song. Thanks. Chase down Randy Newman’s version on his last record. Beautiful.
Peace
Milton
The Resurrection came quietly.
So quietly nobody noticed.
I pray for you, Milton, that the empty space in your heart will moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, be filled up with beautiful things that bring you peace and love and joy.
I love that song, too. If someone’s here for supper and I play a little, I always sing it. I’ll look at Randy’s version. Breath and blessings from alyce in st paul.