The Promise
written by: Quenntis Ashby
@Quenntis
My deceased father’s hands
are my hands now.
His wedding ring fits
me perfectly: I say, “I do
miss you Dad—every day
I’m still holding on to you.”
His wedding ring is still
warm, his memories still
fresh as a promise kept.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
My heartfelt condolences to anyone who has experienced the sudden loss of a parent after a short illness. I am able to hold onto those precious memories of my dad through my writing. I hope this poem brings a sense of comfort to you as it has to me.
Quenntis Ashby writes quirky SF&F adventures with a twist of lemon; and poetry with a pinch of salt. He is a leap year aquarian rabbit from South Africa who lives in central Taiwan.
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