Blink
My eyes don’t have to get used to
The light because I can tell it is
Early.
My mother at my side, she tells me
The news.
Crash.
Car crash.

Only age 9 and too
Weary to understand
At first.
She starts to explain,
Saying that I won’t be able to see him again,
My Dad.
I question as to what she means,
But all I can focus on are the tears
Rippling down her flushed face.
After awhile of not understanding
She simply says “Your Dad was in a
Car crash, he didn’t make it”.

Seven days later
As we all are at the wake,
I see my father.
Still.
Cold.
Resemblance of porcelain.
Going up numerous times to the casket
Just for a little girl to see her Daddy,
Once more,
Before she can’t.

Lines of people that she barely knows,
Congest the only doors.
“Sorry for your loss”
“May God be with you in this time”
“I’m so sorry”
All of these words and sentences,
Still crisp in my mind
Never leave.
But one stands out like black sheep
In a herd of white.
“I remember your Daddy”

As the funeral approaches,
And many tears have passed,
I can only think to myself.
He is somewhere better,
He is someplace safe,
There is no pain,
He is in the light.