Dad

The give of gifts  

through pores and veins,

Wisdom and rue.

The join of me and you.

Strong and steady

through the living life

you were.

Now

I feel the after touch.

The full pull

of non-forgetting.

The sideways nudge

of renew,

You told me

that time tumbles fast

shrinking small

from once vast.

The music of love

you gave to ear.

I hear you

in the history of linger,

through fade of flesh – no less.

© grapher Feb 14. 2015