
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.
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