Athena, You Must Come Home by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Athena
Your father is dying

Gazing out the window to the garden
The garden that you once tended

It’s growing weeds now
Dying vines and withering leaves

I’ve never met you
Don’t know where you are

He told me to write this poem
Publish it on the Net

You would see your name
You would read and know

He’s asking for you
In his fever of no return

Come home to him
And hold his hand of forgiveness.

 

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write poetry and draw unusual works of dreams. He can be found on Twitter @papapoet.