Grief November 24, 2018 / For my dad:A breath is all that separates Eternity from meAnd yet how cavernous and grayThat distance seems to be.Miles of ages lingeringBetween your hand and mineBut the stabbing pains of memoriesPierce easily through time. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share this and encourage others: