By Karen O’Leary
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Karen O’Leary |
I pushed Dad
in his wheelchair
to the lounge to hear
Stanton’s Christmas
Choir Cantata.
Dad and I always
shared the love
of music. A stroke
left him paralyzed,
in a mute world.
“Please Lord send
us a Christmas miracle.”
Half way through
the program singing,
Joy to the World, Dad
tapped with one
finger on his knee.
I reached out my finger
and Dad wrapped
his around mine,
just like when I
was a little girl.
We were connected
in our hearts. I could
feel him once again.
With Silent Night,
we were both in tears.
Bio: Karen O’Leary is a writer and editor from West Fargo, ND. She has published poetry, short stories, and articles in a variety of venues including, Frogpond, A Hundred Gourds, Haiku Pix, bear creek haiku, Shemom, Creative Inspirations and NeverEnding Story. She edits an online journal called Whispers http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/ She enjoys sharing the gift of words.
The poem so well expresses the silent communion between father and daughter...quite a moving poem Karen O'Leary!
ReplyDeleteDear Sangeeta,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words on my poem. Sharing the gift of words is such a blessings.
May you enjoy your creative journey. Best wishes in 2018!
Blessings,
Karen
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
Dear Editor Team,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to share my poem for your beautiful journal. Thank you for publishing my poem.
Wishing you the best in 2018!
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem with us all!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Marianne. I wish you the best always.
DeleteBlessings,
Karen