You are not there
And yet you are
Like words
melting in the air
Every moment
I feel you
but cannot find you
You repair the toy
I broke in my emptiness
I don’t know
whether I’m searching
for myself
or for you
You are there
Yet you are not
It is very often a challenge to express the inexpressible , particularly where the work deals with the loss of a family member . The quality of a poem like , “Father ” lies, I think , in its cathartic value and in the reader’s own personal recognition that at least they are not alone in undergoing such an experience.