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.

Watching Family Movies

My father's jumpy images,

miles of trees,

autumn on parade.

Looking for myself

in all those flickering cells,

in spring.

In autumn;

the sun, and my head,

out of the clouds.

Looking for dad

in all those flickering cells.

Found,

In miles of trees.

colors

In the stained glass warehouse

Searching for the hues

We'll miss in winter

I'm channeling my father

Who loved color

As much as I.