Father, Daughter, Friend
Extraordinary moments
stand out now,
special days,
the big events,
the times I can't forget...
my wedding day,
riding in the car
bathed in a cloud
of white,
hidden by my veil,
my hand clutched in yours,
and then you, suddenly
so pale
as we walked
up
the aisle...
and then I smile,
another time, another day,
while still a child,
wearing something ghostly,
wild,
and you pretending that
I looked okay,
beautiful, infact,
divine...
do you remember
that funny time?
And then the times
you came to the camp,
the day I broke your
favorite lamp,
the bookcase
I destroyed,
the absurdity of meeting
boys,
and bringing them to you...
the memories, a kind
of glue
between my 'then'
and 'now',
I see you with a furrowed brow
poring over
what I wrote,
scribbling, writing,
making notes,
and in later years,
only your voice
in the midnight hours,
as silently I dialed,
so relieved to find you there,
so good to know you cared,
how much we said,
how rich the gifts,
how lucky we both were
to have been father,
daughter, friend...
and even now, that you are
gone,
the joy of that will never end.
