Stumbling on December 3, 2016December 3, 2016 It troubles me to think of the miles I’ve walked in my father’s shoes Walked, stumbling, clumsy, uncertain What pains me though, are the ones I’ll never travel The miles he walked alone, fearful, in the dark. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted inMusingsPoemsUncategorizedTagged asdeathfatherfeargrievinghonormourningpain
