Fireworks thunder like
Stars long gone,
And I’d remembered
Something Grandpa once said –
“The world’s a wonder,
But home will always be
Home.”
And the fireworks still thunder,
But I’m the star long gone,
As I’d remembered
Something my son once said –
Innocent and earlier mirror’d,
His eyes were all that’d speak,
“Please.”
So now, I knock, atop the “thunder”
Calloused oak ‘fore, “father,”
As I discover, come echo’d only answer –
Whispers brought the cold, and the scent
Orchids wrought, “tell him to hurry;”
Once and an only gasp I’d hear too late.