The icy wind outside, seeping in
To the car and into my heart
It pains me to watch
The stars shining bright
Whilst my memory begins to
Fade.
Sitting still, almost tranquil
When it is not calmness I feel
But anger and rage
I can hear the tears streaming
Down mum's moist cheek
Driving through a glazed haze
Will it still be cold on return
To a house that should be warm?
Or with him being gone
Has the icy sheet been lifted?
Will my father's imprint remain
With us forever?
