Connect the Dots

Each dot reveals aspects of the precious one now gone.
Specific points, a map of memory’s face here sadly drawn.

Descriptive words – a hobby shared; distinctly they show
A picture forming carefully of father you have known.

Line by line, connect the dots. You’ll be amazed to find these
lines complete a precious face of him; one-of-a-kind.

When you connect the dots you’ll find a picture memory traced,
and suddenly your heart will enter its own recall race.

You’ll cross the line and see a greater glimpse of loved one’s depth.
But oh how lonely you will feel, when you see he’s not with.

Take steps to look inside yourself – this pane of window sill.
Tucked inside, that part of you will keep you warm until . . .

Someday you’ll see eternal view – a panoramic sight.
Encircled in an emerald glow, you’ll see he is all right.