Memories of My Father

By Robin Morris-Wilson

 

You once sung—

a lulling song

 

breath of life

calming. My squalling cry

under the sound

of your voice

subsides

 

God bless the child—

in me–the song resounds

today, I remember

 

how you sung

Marvin Gay

Boyz II Men—songs

were your favorite

 

to place on the turntable

in the basement

studio

 

echoes the brilliance

you had/to write

to sing/songs your own

 

to share with the world

a gift you passed

to me

 

before you wrote

your last–

 

Heaven’s Where I’m Going To.

 

You told Abby

the song

came to you

in a dream.

 

One you had to write

And record

 

one week–before you

left earth too soon

 

left me breathless

 

listening to verses—

To prophecy

 

releasing me

to sing with those

who mourn your death:

 

Precious Lord,

take my hand

lead me on,

let me stand

 

I carried my

burden of grief

in your absence

 

You once appeared

to me in a dream

 

Alert by a flowing

stream, young,

tall, you stood

 

You looked at me

before you turned

and walked

away

 

I called your name.

With no reply,

you shook your head

left to right.

As I awoke,

I began to cry.

 

I, now, long for your

song to quiet

the billows within

 

Who will calm the storm in me?

 

When my light is almost gone

Who will hear my cry and call

hold my hand lest I fall

take my hand precious Lord,

lead me home

 

Rest my broken

heart–that only You,

My Father, can mend

 

Bring me hope,

a new song.

 

Robin with her father Jonney Morris

Robin with her father, Jonney Morris.

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