Honoring and Missing

 

Proverbs 1:8

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.

It seemed like they’d always be there,

Right up until they left

An empty whole I cannot fill.

I still feel so bereft.

I often recall things they said,

The wisdom they would share.

Sometimes I hear them so clearly,

It's as if they’re still there.

Back then I was their rebel child.

The wisdom they’d impart,

That seemed to go unnoticed, then…  

It lingers in my heart.

I long to hug them one more time,

To tell them that I heard.

They may have doubted it back then,

But I heard every word!