Hi Father, Is That You?

Hi Father, is that you?

Like a cool breeze under a blossomed tree

I feel you near but I cannot see you.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like an instant reflex of the drop of a pen

I feel your presence beneath my hands.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like that gut feeling right before you’re about to do something wrong

I feel your grip holding me back.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like why can’t I hear you but

I feel you right here beside me.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like a fussy baby yearning to take its first steps

I feel you watching as I’m learning new things on my own.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like why can’t I see you just one time

I feel you right in front of me but I’m blind to your physical being.

Hi Father, is that you?

Like another Fatherless Friday where,

I feel but do not see you.