This poem is dedicated to my Dad.
Ten Toes Down
I reach for my phone to dial you at home… only to realize you’re gone. I tried to forget about you. My heart wanted to move on, but I get lost playing hopscotch on the number of our memories. I’m at a thousand, but I still ain’t heard from you. Praying, crying, begging Jesus to bring me back to the simple days; when you picked me up after failing. My mind is stalling over past vestiges that remain. And I don’t see you around! Nevertheless, my love for you will always stand ten toes down. I will hold the torch of our dreams you never got to see. Even in my darkest, hardest, saddest hour God’s compassion envelops me. Grace and mercy breaths new life in me. What we have is deeper than bedrock, it is expansive like sea floor. Even when you think the journey is over. There’s always more… And that’s the power of God.
Love always, Esha ❤
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