I Remember the Film of My Fathers Cigarette

I remember the film of my father's cigarette sepia fingers caressing my youthful cheek with eyes that never lost their loving light The way his hands lovingly built up a crib, for a sister to imbibe ... Today, I kiss gray and beg for another day for I have children of my own who need a temporary mask, a prayer or two... The way the sun slanted out this morning reminded me of how vulnerable we are I tell you my story with eyes full of light hoping you'll remember your father too This is a moment framed in my mind, a youthful peek, that is re-assigned... Tomorrow isn't an un-promised sleuth, today, (pause) today its already here, so make the best of it, have no fear... Mystic Rose