FATHER

Father, where are you?
Long buried your strong body and blue eyes,
your fierce look and jarring ways,
But not your kind words, your smile and warm hug
Ever present in my love.

Yet my children still see my father’s fierce look in my eyes;
And my jarring ways are my father’s
And now also theirs.
May we forgive each other
And forgive ourselves.
May we remember only our love.

1-8-1984