Dad

I see the things we will never share,

like my children on your knee

or the bright fountain of this new life.

I see the changing years and sometimes

even forget to talk to you in my head

or shed the bitter tear.

But I still feel

a living warmth in the shades of your picture

and I can hear your voice in the furnace call.

I can remember.

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