Dear Dad,
the snow
has disappeared
now the daffodils
are here
appear and disappear
in each season
you gain something
and you lose something
and the more wonderful it is
the harder it is
to let it go
as you well know
i tend to keep things
too many things
and sometimes those things
hold me back
from living
after you died
the seasons were
the same
until i began
to live again
i’ve experienced a lot
of living
since you’ve been gone
and felt the seasons
change
within
silent are the stars
that stare back at me
and yet i feel you everywhere
in all things
as Roberta Flack once said,
“Love is a song …”
you were my first song
and i guess that’s why
it still hurts
inside
it was wonderful
daffodils in snow
TL
(March 1, 1993)