My father speaks to me daily.
In my infancy as a dream my childhood a sigh my youth rustling leaf.
He walks a path unknown to me yet and still.
In my boyhood a whisper.

A grumbling prophet in my youth a subtle **** in my rutting time. A cautionary tale in my wanderings, my father.

My father took residence in my mirror in my wisdom took a stand in my slight declining. Took Pitty in my questing.

He stands at my back in chaos by my side in victory
By my manhood by my word.
He is
Here now and always.