Twenty- Fifth Yahrtzeit Of My Father

Dad I have written so many words about you
I have repeated your words again and again
I have described you
Laughed and cried in remembrance of you and Ma
All these years-

But what is it to you?
What does it all mean?

Is it ‘all just a dream'
There also?

Have these passing years meant anything for you?
Do you know of us and are you aware of all that has happened?

And when I come there most likely less than twenty- five years now
Will we meet again?

And will this longing to meet you end with nothing
Or with its realization?

Or perhaps will it never end
As we will both long from there too
Of the time we had together here for forty - five years?

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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