Reparte

I spent days like this before You made a difference at age three Coming in the room Directly to climb my knee. It is my best hour of memory When sunset sinks my shadow Into the deep sea of salt loneliness. Besides what I give away I knew birth had no time special To celebrate bundled clay I was always bereft of loyal minds Who cared to say what you said Again today - your gift of ritual Cannot make the bland the first Slaking of a father's thirst; Thanks anyway - I love you more.