getting my house in order

getting my house in order
it's a jungle out there

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Remembering on Father's Day

in the beginning

I remember riding on your shoulders at the Bronx Zoo. 
I remember running and jumping into your arms when you came home at night.
I remember feeling special.

in the end

Telling and retelling stories, drifting in and out of decades and continents. 
Often unsure of who I was, yet always the gentleman, always gracious, always charming. 
It was sometimes hard to breathe
watching you disappear before my eyes

Although you didn't remember my name, 
you remembered I was someone special.
Although you didn't remember your grandchildren, 
you knew they were beautiful and sweet, 
and they were precious to you. 

Although they said hours, you held on 
for days, and days  
refusing to leave us 

I love you, Daddy
Happy Father's Day


so... wadaya think?

Your fairy is called Columbine Icedancer
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.