Spiritual Poetry posted August 19, 2022


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A father's spirit lives on in his daughter

Gone, But Not Really

by Rachelle Allen

June 6th of '82;
that's the day that I lost you.

My rock and mentor, perfect dad,
best influence that I had.

But your spirit lingers on,
out of sight, but never "gone."

I feel you on Recital Day,
watching as my students play.

Every birthday, you I see
with gifts bestowed, meant just for me.

I see you in my mirror, too,
our eyes that change from gray to blue.

And then, of course, there's that huge perk:
close parking spots without hard work.

Because I feel you, I still strive
to be like you and have your drive.

Your body is gone, but this is no sham:
your spirit tells all just whose daughter I am.


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My father, Bill Saxman, had THE most uncanny knack, when he was behind the wheel, for ALWAYS--no matter where we were or how busy the location--getting THE closest parking spot! Once, we were in D.C. --during Spring Break, no less!-- and just as we pulled in front of the Smithsonian, our destination that day, a car pulled out exactly in front of it! When he died, I "inherited" that knack. Just last Saturday, for instance, my college roommate and I were in Lake George, a wildly popular and popuLATED tourist town, and I got a parking spot right on the main drag in the middle of town. My friend and I both looked skyward and said, "Thanks, Bill!!"
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