For My Dad
Winter solstice of 06 –
Such a beautiful
Cloudy sunrise…
“There goes Grandpa
Wearing his coloured pajamas!”
My little girl
Used to say,
After my father died,
21 years today.
For everything he was,
And everything he was not…
I remember him so clearly,
And still love him – dearly.
When I see
Those morning colours –
Running through our sky,
I know
That dads
Never stop being dads…
Just because
They die.
Tim Barritt. 26.6.06.
Earth Angel 181