My head is throbbing.
Pulsing intensified since yesterday,
Unable to think of anything else,
I am just glad I can hold up a conversation.
Outer pain connected with emotional,
I massage my neck and rub my temples,
Blessed relief seems so far out of reach,
It is my memories that weigh me down.
I have no allusions about secrecy,
My life is an open book,
I cannot change what has happened,
I can only look towards the future.
But oh how I miss you so,
Happy Birthday Dad.
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