Fingerprints on My Soul
This poem is a work in progress. I began this poem after I heard about a father that had lost his whole family to a Christmas house fire while he was gone away to work. The thing that struck me to the core was that he would never wash the insides of his car windows as they were the only thing, besides memories, that he had left of his children. This is something I think about every time I go to wash my car windows. I hope to finish it some day soon.
When I close my eyes
It’s like you’re still here
Right by my side
I can feel you near
And deep inside
When I just want to fall apart
I feel your fingerprints upon my heart
One day I was living like a king
I was living it up and standing tall
I seemed to have everything
And in one tragic moment I lost it all
My wife, my kids, my home, my life
It cut me like a knife
I can still see your fingerprints upon my window pane
I can still feel your fingerprints upon my heart
I know it sounds insane
Please don’t wipe away the prints for it will break my heart.
Your tiny little voices I will hear no more
Your beautiful smile will forever haunt me
The family picture that once hung above the door
Will be the only picture I will ever long to see
When I close my eyes
It’s like you’re still here
Right by my side
I can feel you near
And deep inside
When I just want to fall apart
I feel your fingerprints upon my heart
One day I was living like a king
I was living it up and standing tall
I seemed to have everything
And in one tragic moment I lost it all
My wife, my kids, my home, my life
It cut me like a knife
I can still see your fingerprints upon my window pane
I can still feel your fingerprints upon my heart
I know it sounds insane
Please don’t wipe away the prints for it will break my heart.
Your tiny little voices I will hear no more
Your beautiful smile will forever haunt me
The family picture that once hung above the door
Will be the only picture I will ever long to see