The Hamlet Project

Sometimes it’s hard to see.
Growing up
Moving away
Losing daily contact with it
But when the fog of all that lifts
When the veil of the past gets pulled aside
And the curtain rises
On who he really is –
I can see my father’s spirit
Within him.
It makes its way to the surface
In acts of kindness
In moments of wondering
In expressions of love and concern.
Seeing the spirit within the man
While he lives
While I can still hug the man
That houses the spirit
Reminds me that I should do just that
As often as I can
Because it’s a spirit to cherish.