Fathoms

They were just learning to tread water
A pair of brothers, looking toward a father
Who let himself get lost in the tides, giving in…


So two little boys are left wading
In a sea of grief they can't know to feel
And yet no one can tell them
“How”

They will have to learn how to swim on their own
Develop a new way of breathing
Pull each other to shore
And all they want to hear is
“I love you”

So two little boys are left standing
In shoes they know not how to fill
And all that anyone can say is
“I’m sorry”

But sympathies do not fill shoes
Nor holes in hearts
They cannot salvage the lost
Or answer the questions they will have as Men
that He was supposed to answer


A pair of sons, left to keep treading, looking, remembering—wondering.





12-25-08 3:01 am