In Memory of Dad 17 January 1905 - February 11, 1985

Twenty-Seven years ago today
Dad slipped away
In a manner not to his custom…
Quietly, with little fanfare. We’d fluttered
in and out of the room
saying goodbyes and laying our cheeks
next to his
unwilling to let him go yet granting him
his leave
because it was the noble
thing to do.
When he was gone my brother
keened and I
gathered sheets
and made mom tea.


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River Stone

stones in the river

gone for the ocean…

like words that I search

to remember this time,

this place;

senses seeking

one stark obsession.

Calling Stone

Call me out across the field
With abandon you will
Arrive upon my crumbling step
At last
We’ll close the door
Behind us
Just for the day

Memory Stone

There were things on Kathryn’s table;
I knew each small pile had a story.
I could have stayed all night to listen.

Book Stone

I found these books for you today
I tried to tell the man about our past
He’d heard it all before


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Missing Stone

I gasped and it
Felt like something inside me went missing
But
I looked around and
Everything was accounted for

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January 27

Hope Stone

I stand there for you
I stand
Listening for sweet sounds
Anticipation
Keeps me anxious for
Another time

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