DAD
This sunrise,
I sense your eyes
In the chill of Spring
And want to sing.
Like the boy, I once was.
Just because,
Winter’s gone
And you —- my song.
Water snow is on the ground
And all around
Brown leaves cap
Tulips deep in earthen nap.
It is then
I remember when—
You so clear,
Disappear.
Even before
I closed the door.
You knew it last,
All those Seasons of the past.
When, wild mustard flies,
Down the rows of grape stake ties,
I feel the choke
Of time’s quick stroke.
As the years go by
And the inner eye
Still holds you dear
It cannot fear,
That it’s too late
To relive fate
As if ever new,
The wonderful presence of you.
That you are gone
And sorrow’s song
Becomes light
In the holding of your flight
Away from us.
When the birches sing
In the emerging Spring
Photo shards bring You close,
Pushing me on a backyard swing.
And thus,
Always there
I never fear
You are lost,
Though I am lost.
Without the life of you.
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