I hope you know
I hope you know
by David Smoak
He looks at me with eyes so sad,
not as though he is hurt or mad,
but as though he should recall me and who I'd been,
yet he cannot remember from where or when.
The frustration is clear upon his face
of so many things he can not now place.
His life is now passing in a thickening haze
like a far distant vision beyond his gaze.
Lightening flashes of things once clear
only seem to increase his feeling of fear.
The man by the bed with tears in his eyes
brings a lightening flash of a little boys cries.
Jumbled thoughts of boys going off to war
but he can't remember what they are going for.
He's throwing papers from a bike in the morning dawn
then a flash bulb pops, and the morning is gone.
A young girl on church steps with rice in her hair
that smiles at him while he stands there.
A little boy running with arms open wide,
showing a joy that he cannot hide.
Slowly his eyes close as he seeks his dreams
where thoughts still flow in completed streams.
I stay for a while and then before I go
I say ' I Love you Dad. I hope you know.'
By Spiritslaughter
© 2009 Spiritslaughter
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