My Father’s Tears
My father’s tears fell on my face
as I stepped out into the gray
of this January day.
I felt my own tears join with his;
I heard his voice whisper in my ear
with none of its usual comfort,
“I never dreamed it could come to this–
This is not what I bled for.”
For one instant, I was glad
my father was not alive to see this day,
when every truth he fought for
has been tossed to the curb,
trampled under self-serving rhetoric
and the furor of those who refuse to see.
But my father’s tears fell on my face
and I felt his heart breaking.
Inauguration Day, January 2017
~Elise Skidmore ©2017