Brialee Turner

I hope that when the time comes
for you to bury your father,
there are arms around you to
help you carry the pain.

I hope that this winter and
then every winter after this,
you fly down the mountains
as you feel alive and free.

I hope that you find the
perfect home to travel in,
with windows that face the
mountains and a sun roof
so that you can see the stars.

I hope that you find someone
who can be the father that
you needed when you were
trying to figure out the directions
of your life.

I hope that you have a lovely
and magical life, full of the hopes
and dreams that your heart
is speaking, and that when you
come to the end of your breathes
and the bank of your heart pulsing
is withdrawn,
that your hopes have been realized
in the most perfect
ways, in the surprising and unexpected
split seconds.

I thought that I hoped for you,
to be in my life,
but I have decided and realized that
I hoped for myself
to be loved and that
is a gift that one can only
give to themselves.