Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...
I no longer
end my calls...
Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...
..as twilight fades in light of dawn
I will forever weep and mourn...
many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...
Jovial to a fault, yet a tinge always lingered
oozing so much love, pride perched in glinting...
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...
They scrawl their ink upon a twill
where love and sadness often spill...
A bond among two
That words can't say...
I wake to find you on my bed
Patient and biding your time...
"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands...
A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...