Father

Once you had arms

that held me so tight

 

Once you had legs

that stood up for right

 

Once you had eyes

that could see in the dark

 

Once your strong hands

plotted courses to chart

 

Once we would walk

and the birds would proclaim

 

Once we would sing

and the heavens refrained

 

Once we thought time

was our servant and slave

 

Once, before war

we forgot and forgave

 

Now that you’re gone,

my memory’s gone dark

 

Now that you’re gone,

paths unwalked in the park

 

Now that you’re gone,

surname given and fast

 

Now that you’re gone

—my heart beats in the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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