Today my song
Goes out to.you
With tones of
Deep reflection
Echoing the pain
You may have
Of annual memories
You wish to keep
Deep within
Or toss heavily out
Memories over time
Resurfaced each year
Painful loving destructive
Depending
Some taken away
By a bullet a deal
Gone wrong
A quarrel
Drunk driver
Sickness
Others by choice
Never to return
May you reach
A high note
And be covered
In love
That will fill
A breaking heart
And cover the void
Blessed Father's Day
To you

Today without a father
Can be hard as a rock
To experience annually
Sometimes tears seep
To the ground
Dancing into a puddle
Other times laughter
Of special memories
Echo into the universe
Thankfully advertisements will disappear
No more what to buy
To wear to use to try
For someone no longer
There
It is painful
But perhaps
Not just today
But everyday
Happy Father's Day
My loving Father
My gift to  you
Wrapped in love
Tied with a bow
Of Thanks

Cannot see your
Flowing dress
Dancing in
The Summer's
Breeze
Nor hear your
Steps
On cold concrete
Echoing in the
Dreary night
Cannot  taste the
Freshly brewed coffee
Steaming from your cup
But can smell
Your fresh perfumed
Hair permeating
The Darkened sky
Reminding me
How good it is
To have my friend
All around

Poems I have written
Gathered as an
Afterthought
Of ones '


conversation
Or goings on
Swallowed in the
Heat of turmoil
Or tears flowing
From a broken heart
Digested and put
Thoughtfully into
Words
Words spoken with
Care
Ready to once again
Be digested
And tended to

Fingers growing weary
Waiting to hold
A pen
Flowing with words
Paper patiently waiting
For scratching of words
Making a sentence
Someone
Out there
Waiting to be told
Words
So a poem
Can begin
Its' journey

How sad the song
Of croaking frogs
Far into the night
The melancholy  sound
Of a hoot owl
Near by
Echoing of wolves
Drowning out
Quiet sounds of
Evening's close
How sad the song
Of restless children
Roaming the streets
Looking for someone
To be their friend
Even if for
An evening
Adults too old and
Tired to care
As loneliness creeps in
How sad the song
Of tears running
Steadily down
A blackened eye
The noise of
A rumbling stomach
And crashing trash lids
From looking for food
How sad the sound
Barefeet bleeding feet
Unsneakered feet
Walking in streets of glass
How sad the song
When sung by
You or me

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Funny how our memories
Are recovered through
Nature
Graveled trail to echo
The beat of your step
While birds chatter
From hanging branch
Sun peaks through trees
Leaving shadows to chase
On the chalky ground
Smells fresh as the
Beginning of time
A bubbling creek
Renews the senses
And plants new memories
Oh for the continous
Repetition
Of a symphony
Cascading with Life