Thanks for the brilliant rainbow that you sent me last night
Bright and vibrant colors
You were saying Hello and the tears flowed in our car
You know I hate Fathers' Day
Will wish your son- in law and your grandsons - in law
You have two great great grandsons and great granddaughter now
Please watch over them with Mom
Along with all of us
Can't spoil or wish you a great day
You left us long ago but still broken hearted
Fifteen and twelve year old girls in our hearts and minds
Just know that we love you and miss you.
Saw the Zebra butterfly earlier.
Thanks for accompanying me on my walk
I am still Daddy's girl

you don't own the things you know

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

Dad, I am going to try and write this
It may be a poem
It may not
But from my heart
I miss you
I remember the last time I kissed you
Your eyes were closed
They opened wide
As I kissed your forehead
In that terrible place
So white and clean
Where people die
But you will never die
Dad
I love you so much
And you will always live on
In my heart
Forever
God, I miss you so much
It's so hard to write through the tears

garlands
blooming within themselves
like the fast-forwarded movements
of a gyre’s quiet devour;
splashes dressed in white
that play by my feet

it is difficult to paint
more so to say
the reckless curiosity of water and wave

a little childish I am
stumbling around the banks of secretive songs
—dirges drowsy that move like silk
and violins’ exaggerated tales
drumbeat rains where Indian brides are known to blush
and acoustic plucks—
drop on bead-like drop
upon my clammy palm

I want all

slip and sink I
within the ongoing skies
fish and bird and moon I meet
shell and bone and mud

a little naive I am
relishing the gusts of sand that
through my curled up hand
gush

it is difficult to learn
more so to sing
the reckless curiosity of shimmer and sun

white and greying gold
on the sand-paper shore

head in a garland of arms
and eyes— breathing
all in
blind with the intensity of gaze

a little ragged I am
a little paper-boat astray
a little cloud painted that forgot to bleed

(a little parched field)