My Dad
Seashores empty…
Strolling through the sand
Washing warm, the waves of memory
Here from where I stand
Whitewash sails
Jetting in the distance
Reminiscing fondly
Of my loving dad
He loved to sail
Longed to be free, to fly
I saw it, like loftng seagulls
As we cast off, the smile in his eyes
Although, worry in mine
With water spread so deep
Fatherly arms surrounding
Holding a son close to his seat
Capturing the rhythms of the breeze
He yelled, as took stern command
And harnessing gales onto canvas
All with steady hand
It was a wonder to behold
As he became the wind
And one with the water
Or did they… become him?
In awe...
We cut through wave
Like the glorious whales
He to a vessel, commendeering brave
Here, upon vastly open seas
Far… far... beyond the break
Was the young boy inside my dad
Again beginning to wake
He died, after that summer
Hence, solace and serene
And now, alone I stand missing him painfully
Reflecting, on a moment that only lives on in daydream
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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