I was walking in the hallway,

When it first pushed me down.

I brushed myself off, and continued on,

I hung a little lower.

Then, at the gym while I admired my progress in the mirror,

It struck me again, this time leaving a bruise for days.

I hung a little lower, one foot on the edge.

In the presence of my love it tripped me, then trampled me,

I’ll now have scars for life.

I hung lower still, and it now wobbles.

I don’t have many of the things of which I’ve dreamed,

I’ve scribed my love on parchment, love eternal.

I hang now, falling, I kicked the chair from under me.

My knees buckled and the necklace slack…  My feet must have hit the floor,

I look down; I’m standing on your shoulders.

Your absence always a trademark in my life.

I’ll always love you, Dad.