A Telephone to Heaven

On this beautiful May 16th, I sit and reflect,

A journey of years, the highs and the wrecks.

The weight of my past, both heavy and bright,

In the tapestry woven, I find my own light.

Twenty-one years ago, they said I could never,

But I walked that stage, a moment to treasure.

With my father beside me, proud and so bold,

A love like a story, waiting to be told.

But time takes its toll and shadows can creep,

He left this earth, and I learned how to weep.

Just three months before, I crossed that big line,

I made him proud, but oh how I pine.

Oh, I wish there was a telephone in heaven,

To hear his voice again, a love never lessened.

"Daddy, I need you,” my heart cries in prayer,

In the silence of night, I can feel him there.

Nine years ago, that cap and gown did shine,

Yet in my heart, the ache felt divine.

Sober and stronger, I stand on my own,

Fighting my battles, no longer alone.

But darkness can slip in, and though I survive,

I carry the scars, each day I strive.

A survivor’s tale, of strength and of grace,

When I close my eyes, I still see his face.

Oh, I wish there was a telephone in heaven,

To share all my secrets, the laughter, the lessons.

"Daddy, I need you,” my heart cries in prayer,

In the warmth of my dreams, I can feel him there.

With every accomplishment, I gather my strength,

It's his love that guided me, its length and its depth.

Through the trials I faced, I hear whispers of hope,

Daddy’s lessons linger, they help me to cope.

Oh, I wish there was a telephone in heaven,

To tell him I'm trying, to honor his essence.

"Daddy, I need you,” my heart and my prayer,

In the silence of life, I know he's still there.

So here on this May, as I look to the skies,

I carry his wisdom, his love never dies.

With gratitude flowing, for all that I've done,

The bond with my father will never be undone.