His Golden Essence
The oyster shell
grows old
and gnarled
but
the p e a r l inside
remains the
same
Susan Ashley
March 22, 2021
(a monoku in non-traditional format)
Poet’s note: this poem is dedicated to my beloved father, Albert, who will be 94 years old on April 27, 2021. Though he deals with a myriad of age-related health issues, it hasn’t tarnished his golden essence. His mortal heart and mind may be aged but his loving spirit is ageless.
Updated note: my dad, Albert, a.k.a. pépé (French Canadian for grandpa), passed away peacefully at home surrounded by his family on June 10, 2021. He will forever be loved and missed by those of us he left behind.
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2021
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