I’m not ashamed,
Nor should I weep.
Sometimes, into dreams,
Old memories creep.
Photographs will fade with time
sooner than these dreams of mine.
Yes, you taught me how to love
And yes, it was a precious gift.
I am the child of your old age.
Now, of your presence, I’m bereft.
I kneel here by your stone today
And think of all that I have lost.
To pause a moment, reflect and pray
And wish you happy Father’s Day.