From the first “Father’s Day” passing since I entered transition…wow was I naive then. Since then, the hell-words and deeper hell-silences have scarred deeply.
I will never ever celebrate or participate in this day again.
But this poem…ahhh, I was ringing the bell on this day.
The fire crackles and pops
its diphthongs and phonemes
in that hot and feisty
rapid-snap delivery.
“Dad! Dad! Daddy! Father!”
It says this in living
letters of merry blazing
iterations of what …
Source: The Footprints of Ghosts (commemorating my first Father’s Day as myself) | Charissa’s Grace Notes
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Hugs, ‘Rissa.
Thanks Kat…you are becoming foundations stones underneath me, steady and strong and faithful
❤ ❤
Thank you for letting me be part of it. You have been through so much and I know that trust doesn’t come easy. I’m honored and I’m here. 🙂