Hello Dad
Cool waters of the lagoon
bobbing a bit due to the waterfall
I stick my hand in and smile
it is exactly as I remembered it
my own little place, private.
Where my dad and I used to sail.
I steady my boat and dive in.
No waters are ever as comforting as these waters
there is a mystical feeling surrounding me now
Hello Dad, I say, feeling his presence.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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