Fifty three

Sidewalk burning my small feet

I froze in place

Tears in my blue eyes

until I called to you

Move! You said.

I can’t! I thought

But your voice gave me the courage.

 

Years evaporating

My Blue eyes searching

To find whatever footprints

You may have left me to follow.

Moving forward,

Even when afraid,

Your example gave me courage.

Now I reach the end

Of your footprints

And I pause in the last one

Seeing clearer now

My imagination my compass,
a gift from you,
Father of my blue eyes.