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POETRY
Clutching at Threads
a Poem for My Dad
I painted my fingernails pink
for you
in my heart I knew
that somehow, you’d know
I’d get a manicure
you’ve drifted away
and now my hands
with their pink polished nails
are clutching at threads
threads of memories
father and daughter
threads of tender moments
joy and laughter
threads of love
and kindness
threads of good times
I’ll hang on to those threads
there are other threads, too
but those I’ll let slip away
now I sit at your funeral
looking down at my hands
and focus on my pink fingernails
knowing that they
would make you smile
After my dad died last March, I remembered the following poem I’d written. It brings me comfort; I hope it will for those of you who’ve lost a loved one, too.