Memories

-----To Dad

A year has drifted by

and once again the spring returns 

The weeping willows bend 

tracing each raindrop 

fallen since your departure 

 

The quiet holds

the softest echo of you

I reach into the air

searching for a whisper

you might have left behind

 

The wind brushes past 

carrying your memory

to places

my hands can no longer reach

 

 

[zhouqichan]

touching!