Left Behind Poem by Gulliver Gimble

For hundreds of days I have thought of you.
Early morning and late at night.
Accepting what life has offered.
I have yet to give up your ghost.
Although I long to hear your wistful voice.
Tell me its going to be alright.
Those simple calls to just say hello.
Nobody calls anymore, no time indeed.
I understand what you meant now.
“There’s so much God can teach you,
if you only had the time”.
Not so much teach me but, show me.
He has shown me the bitterness of others,
the solitude of others and the loneliness of others.
With all that has been said and done,
he has shown me love through life’s passages.
I only wanted to watch you grow old and humble.
Take your hand while walking through snow.
Give you a smile on a cloudy day.
Help give light in your darkened cave.
I still do but, nobody calls anymore.
A stroke of survivor’s guilt
Forgotten it seems, on borrowed time.
I will be a great father.
But I was a terrible son.
Nobody knows this better than me.
Come tell me its going to be alright, nobody else will.
Give me a second grace.
Allow me to feel wanted with all my flaws.
For hundreds of days I have watched for you.
Come and open up one’s beautiful sky.