My Memorial Day
Walking in the rain at dawn
on a sleepy Monday
along Beersville Road.
Remembering the fallen
and my father
who would be 85 on Wednesday—
If he were still here…
He is still here—
while new verdant life abounds
all around me
and George tugs and pulls
and engages everything.
Tears from heaven
running down my cheek,
blending with my own tears
of both joy and sorrow.
It will be awhile til I can write this,
the only words that came this day
are: ‘thank you.’
Dedicated to my father Robert D. Frantz
Happy Birthday Dad. Thank You.
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