In Memory of Bill 08/30/2004

Forgiven

I saw him approaching,

as I turned from the window overlooking the chaos.

His gray beard was full and well-groomed,

like it had been during the good times-

before I learned the true seriousness of his illness.

His face was light and vibrant, full of warmth and life.

A fatherly love shown from his eyes;

he once told me that when I was around

he felt like he had a daughter again.

And as he stood with me in the upper hallway,

the chaos of my life strewn open before him,

I knew he knew everything in my heart; everything in my past;

everything that daughters out of respect do not tell their fathers.

But instead of anger, it was wisdom and

understanding and love that filled his eyes.

And he spoke, his deep gentle voice

reverberating softly down the hall,

“Everything will be all right,” he said.

And I knew he knew.

And I knew it would be ok.

I wish I had the chance to say I’m sorry.

~Anahbird~

March 27, 2005

In Memory of Bill- August 30, 2004.