In Memoriam: Father's Day 2005

The feelings of childhood, never fully go
Those first emotions, impressions, images
Are engraved in echos
Like depth charges
Into the core of
Being

You launched the kite
While I held the string
The wind took it from your fingers,
One Titan to another,
And lifted it dancing across the sky

You called the wind and
Your creation of paper, fabric and string
Tugged my heart strings
Into heaven


©Edwina Peterson Cross