Whispers of My Father
written by: Daniel Rudd
In quiet halls where shadows fall,
I hear your voice, though faint, still call,
A whisper soft, a tender breeze,
That stirs the heart, though time decrees.
Your chair now sits in solemn rest,
No warmth remains where you once pressed,
But in the silence, I still find,
The echo of your gentle mind.
I walk the paths we used to tread,
With memories like stars overhead,
Each step I take, though you’re not near,
Your presence lingers, ever clear.
I feel you in the autumn air,
In quiet rooms, you’re always there,
Though life moves on, the seasons spin,
The bond we shared still beats within.
And though the world may dim your light,
Your love remains, a flame so bright,
A guiding star, though you have flown
—
In every breath, I am not alone.
- Whispers of My Father - October 2, 2024
