If it must be so….

Father

As you send me away

Again

With anger in your voice

 

It tears a little less

Than it did before

Or before that

 

Though your assumptions

Are no more secure

Than ever

 

So

Your will be done

 

This very night

I will gaze at the stars

And count

All the good things

You showed me

 

I will look

Into the umbrella wings

Of my heart

 

Seeking each treasure

Amongst the pines

And wrap it carefully

In the softest finest silk

 

And lay them

On the fair carpet

Of my dreams

And wash them

As I know best

 

I will rejoice at

The splendour

And those laughing eyes

And the grace

Of your gait

 

I will let the ivories

Tinkle in the wind

Of the dance’s

Fairest tune

And yes I will

Howl at THAT moon

 

I bow fare-thee-well

With an empty palm

And wish for you

Life’s sweetest balm

 

With my Prydydd’s

Goodbye

I salute you

And thank you

 

For ALL that you are.