Father

Oh father
You took it away
Took it away from me, without a thought
My father, alabaster saint
I wake up every night
I look for you
You aren’t there
I wipe my eyes, pierce the mirage
I still hear your echoes in the halls
But the man is dead
I still expect to feel your hand
Clean away the tears from my face
You, heavenly father
You, with the foundation of tempered steel
The rock
You were brushed away with the stroke of tragedy
The tremor of disease
My father was taken
I lie in the cusp of anonymity
For without my father
There is no me