First

First Father’s Day without you,

First father of my fold.

The shepherd of my fiefdom,

My guide as I grew old.

I owe you my allegiance.

I owe my every breath.

I’ll owe you all my life-long,

In penury till death.

I miss you in my sinews

And in my very bones,

Once filled, with all that’s in you,

Now, a hollow sack of stones.

For a more philosophical view of the circle of life, check out the poem Compost.

You’re welcome, Andrea.

Thanks Liz. Yes it was a lot of fun. Quite an art form, to recite work in front of an…

Congratulations on participating in an open mic! They’re always such fun.

I assume its you Margrit–thank you and i value your support for my ventures so much. Writing does not have…

Andrea—I love the way you are venturing out, e.g. reading this wonderful poem at the bar, and , as you…

I love both the gaffe and the poem it inspired!

You’re welcome, Andrea! I’m happy for you.

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