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.

 

Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew

 

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