Funk

I already went to the cemetery yesterday

to make my goodbyes a hello again.

I would rather kiss tombstones

than nothing at all. Eight years ago

I drove to Sherbrooke street for morphine

and here I am, lighting candles and adding

more flowers my dad would have loved.

He had all his words in place

made me appreciate sunsets

and opera singers.

The moment I found my

elementary handwriting

my Greek essays

and hand-made cards

my tears welled up.

D for daddy

a for awesome

d for dynamic

d for deep

y for you.

Even at ten I knew the truth

and believed no lies.

He came to me

and sang this morning

I heard him through the music

and I knew his funk

was with me.

April is the month I lost

all my favorite men. Two dads

and a musician.

Poke fun at my colors

but I know the loss

is the soundtrack

of my life.

 

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17 thoughts on “Funk

      1. I know what you mean, half the people I follow never show up on my feed…no worries, glad to see you here and enjoying my work. Long live Prince xxx

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  1. I am guilty of the I-will-comment-later-but-never-get-to crime. But this one I could not read without paying my respects to your awesome Daddy. 🙂 They are never forgotten, our loved ones. No matter what.
    And may the “Funk” forever be with you! xx

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