November Poetry

The other night my son Jameson left to go in the army. He left on my dad's birthday. That night I went for a swim and at the pool to go wash away my sorrow in the water. The pool is enclosed by big glass windows to the west. As I was swimming the most amazing sunset covered the sky and I had the most breathtaking view of it in the pool. I kind of felt like dad helped paint the sky to cheer me up. This is a poem for dad

It's funny how the things that used to bug you about a person fade when they pass on....

It was like that with my father

Now what I remember is his eyes...

Looking at me with encouragement

Tearing up when my sisters and I sang

And the time when he gave me a new baby colt for Christmas

I remember his eyes and the way they crinkled up at the corners

when he was happy

His eyes and his smile are what I remember most