My Father by Lisa Lahey

the sea, the sky, the earth, the wind,
somewhere within my soul
it sings—
and mourns and grieves for you – my monument,
my rock, my sea, my tree, my roots,
I grasp for the ancestry
you’ve passed down with love to me.
i seek its solace, i try to bring the pride that makes
my ancestors sing their songs of Viking lore,
of death and the blood that bathed
the battlefield floor.
don’t let me slip and drop this precious gem
that hangs by a tenuous thread.
a new day dawns, i fail to bring
the sky, the sea, the earth, the wind
that somewhere within me sings,
somewhere within me it sings and sings


About the Author

Lisa Lahey is an Associate Acquisitions Editor for After Dinner Conversation magazine. She has been published in 34th Parallel Magazine, Spaceports and Spidersilk, Why Vandalism?, Five on the Fifth, and she will soon be published in upcoming issues of Literally Stories, Ariel Chart, Spadina Literary Review, and Epater Magazine.


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