He was
no furnace
imparting heat and life to masses
nor yet an explosion
destroying the near
while lighting the distant…
simply a steady
burning coal
friendly comfort and light
to fourscore years of family
quiet glowing
warm red ember
waned, flickered, died
on a rainy, windy February morning…
I miss you, Dad.
I’m cold.
a touching tribute to your Dad. I love the image of 'a steady burning coal'. I don't know why, but the past with my family reminds me of the orange glow emitting from the backs of old radios.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your loss, Lisa. What a lovely tribute to him.
ReplyDeleteI am so touched by your loving words about your dad. I feel the depth of your loss.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to your Dad!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
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My condolences to you and yours. Prose and poetry writing is therapeutic.
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