Friday, September 25, 2015

A Memory of my Father

A Memory of my Father

Shaft of Sunlight,
reflection off a million specks
of dust,
fed his face with lines and grace.

Soft light paints old faces
the friendliness of sweet Autumn apples.
He talked on;
I looked in.

1 comment:

Juli Young said...

You write very well , back good feelings...